God-forsaken seedy corner, wrong side of town
Racketeering, blazing gunshots and a copper crown
The only lamp post blew it's light bulb, never been replaced
Flowers don't grow and tomorrow never really came
Wounded angels during off hours come to drink and fall
Evil barkeep, apothecary, pours them neat and tall
Fallen angel throws a bottle, hits him in the lip
Butcher knife in hand, he had enough now, Spanish rant begins
Street fighting in the corner, wrong side of town
Street fighting, howling sorrows to the outlaw moon