Although I find myself kind of partial to Lawyers, Guns and Money
I'm hiding in Honduras, I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money, the s..t has hit the fan
"talkin' about the man." That line, in a song about someone who was dead and couldn't exist, I found hilarious.
I hear Mariachi static on my radio
And the tubes they glow in the dark
And I'm there with her in Ensenada
And I'm here in Echo Park
Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of the town