A few hundred miles south of San Antonio
Lies a war zone of pain in a place I used to go
Mama's little baby been dismembered alive
Sam wages war on his own people justify the end of life
Dead guerillas tell no tales quote the hollow point nevermore
This is the cartel war
We used to go there to
Buy some cheap tequila and handmade souvenirs
But now there's nothing more for us
Than a trail of blood and tears
When abuelita's got a machine gun blasting through your front door
You better hand over the three kilos
You stole the night before
Dead guerillas tell no tales this is where the story ends
Welcome to south Texas my friend
The news keep me up to date
On all things it's cool to hate
Teach me all the latest fear trends
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A few hundred miles south of San Antonio
Lies a war zone of pain in a place I used to go
Mama's little baby been dismembered alive
Sam wages war on his own people justify the end of life
Dead guerillas tell no tales quote the hollow point nevermore
This is the cartel war
We used to go there to
Buy some cheap tequila and handmade souvenirs
But now there's nothing more for us
Than a trail of blood and tears
When abuelita's got a machine gun blasting through your front door
You better hand over the three kilos
You stole the night before
Dead guerillas tell no tales this is where the story ends
Welcome to south Texas my friend
The news keep me up to date
On all things it's cool to hate
Teach me all the latest fear trends
Lies a war zone of pain in a place I used to go
Mama's little baby been dismembered alive
Sam wages war on his own people justify the end of life
Dead guerillas tell no tales quote the hollow point nevermore
This is the cartel war
We used to go there to
Buy some cheap tequila and handmade souvenirs
But now there's nothing more for us
Than a trail of blood and tears
When abuelita's got a machine gun blasting through your front door
You better hand over the three kilos
You stole the night before
Dead guerillas tell no tales this is where the story ends
Welcome to south Texas my friend
The news keep me up to date
On all things it's cool to hate
Teach me all the latest fear trends
Writer: Jered Keller
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