There’s nothing wrong with the neighbors
That a few rounds
Won’t settle down
They are Mexicans after all
And understand the brutal language
Of the gun
They only laugh and get louder
Whenever the cops
Come around
But they know that the mix
Of gunsmoke and anger
Means
Turn the **** music down
Enough Fiesta
Night after night
Enough Tequila
Day after day
Don’t **** your neighbor off
Or the next one
Might come your way… Ole’!
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
There’s nothing wrong with the neighbors
That a few rounds
Won’t settle down
They are Mexicans after all
And understand the brutal language
Of the gun
They only laugh and get louder
Whenever the cops
Come around
But they know that the mix
Of gunsmoke and anger
Means
Turn the **** music down
Enough Fiesta
Night after night
Enough Tequila
Day after day
Don’t **** your neighbor off
Or the next one
Might come your way… Ole’!
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