Hijo de su puta madre, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar,  pero quien lo dejó manejar.

Oil slicks in the water, and I guess it must be in my veins.
And though I feel a little bothered, I think I'll probably be ok.
Buddy wanna play the martyr, I'm pretty sure he's gone insane.
I know that we can push it farther, but he tells me that he cannot stay

Hijo de su puta madre, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar.

Spinning in a foreign city, Deep in Slauson town.
Somewhere along the pavement, they heard the mighty sound
I would see it in their mourning statements, but at the moment i was getting down
With some girl who says she from caymans, her hair was almost to the ground

Hijo de su puta madre, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar.

Oil slicks in the water, I guess it must be in my tears
Blacked out for the slaughter, when we set you down in that field.
What could I say to your little daughter, that hadn't been said by the fear
Spinning, I was spinning farther, when the priest told us to kneel.

Hijo de su puta madre, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar.

Pacoima is for lovers, and lovers we are not
A romance in the summer, | gave your love a shot

Camina el coyote entré la obscuridad , Las calles le ladran “salve se ya”
Ay, dios mio, como se encuentra, si nadie lo busca, si nadie lo intenta
Ay unos que dicen “tal todo de venta, Y todo se avienta si les pagas la renta”
Con sal y dinero se abre la boca, con unos centavos se me arriman las locas
Y pronto me encuentras en Cama de rosas, tequilas y copas, entre otras
veneno en el ojo y la lengua en trozos. Me dice "I love you"
Pero tiene otro, el corazón roto, no tiene de otra, no te hagas tonto

Pacoima is for lovers. and lovers we are not
A romance in the summer, i gave your love a shot

And so we drank into the night, until we had it right
Hard to think with the constant flow, as I stumbled out the liquor store
I saw the man that we had scorned, he pulled his blade and I let off four
Hit the ground, with the speed of sound. Then she came and pulled the car around
We made our run, a grand escape. We didn’t stop till we were safe
We kissed beneath the new March moon, a shining light in this cartoon
Regret was coming, it wasn’t far, it was faster than her daddy’s car.

Pacoima is for lovers and lovers we are not
A romance in the summer i gave your love a shot

El frío de la mañana que entra por la ventana
Le cuenta historias de ayer, de su tiempo spent with him
Llora, llora. Llora, llora to do el mes
She talks about repenting, oh my god what a mess
That’s 25 to life babe, behind the iron fence
She said she couldn’t live with the guilt that clouds her heart
I knew right then and there; we would have to come apart

The metallic orange street lights, hung above these sleeping sidewalks
They stretch far across the night sky, illuminate each city block
Some samba plays out in the distance, car alarms round out the rear
I’ve never been this high before, heavens never felt this near

A walk way past eternity, guarded only by the moons eye
No man can ever harm me, but I’d hate to roll that die
There’s alot of crazy people but there’s only one I fear
I’ve never been this high before heavens never been this near

The air is dark and frosty as it bites against the skin
Say a pray for some ones baby, the bullets weren’t ment for him
Candles gathered by the vigil, a little glow to ward of the fear
I’ve never been this high before heavens never felt this near

The lonely light above my door, like a lighthouse for the soul
It brings me in from out the dark, the dark that swallowed me whole
The veil is lifted from the dome, a little beer a little TV
I’ve never been this high before heavens never felt so real

Big yellow moon guiding Helen the way through
Low flew the raven, I wonder what he knew?
I got no time to stop for gas this ain’t my neighborhood
The pigeons seen I’ve been away, they know I’m doing good
Straddling the jagged line that divides both him and you
Never mind my heart at home, she doesn’t have a clue
Ignoring every red light, straight blowing through the smoke
The house has made a call but I’m going in for broke
I drive across the valley in my 92

Here comes the sun busting in from out the night
No explanations for what comes into the light
Busy is the boulevard, with one hundred thousand eyes
Curtains like to peak when they know they smell a lie
Selling tales of mile long whales around the morning brew
Heat comes up I can’t escape, I’m going to do what I’m going to do
Looking through my rear view and though it’s looking clear
Doom was coming it wasn’t far, in fact it was almost here
I drive across the valley, in my 92

Cold was the night, the stars were looking bright
Regret was on my heels, I know I ain’t doing right
Listen to that engine, just listen to her purr
Anything to drown out that memory of her
When I reach my Helen, cloaked in her beret
I’ll put away my feelings, my guilt and of course my regret
Am I lying to myself, hard to see inside the heat
But I know that my love at home, is the woman made for me
I drive across the valley in my 92

Achilles tells me over the phone, when he catches me, he’ll break all my bones. I don’t ask him why because I already know. I’m just packing all mine, cause it’s time to go

Ride and I ride, my heads in the sky
Counting the days, till that final parade
A plea for forgiveness has fallen in vain
For the rage of the man has drove him insane

The locals and merchants they already say
There is the man whom Achilles has blamed
A fire is coming and it hollers my name
The paths may diverge but they all end the same

My engine is nervous, my chromes in a knot
The noose feels it’s tightened and the moons feeling hot.
Achilles stands poised with the men he has brought
Thunder strikes twice and someone gets shot
The eyes of her highness stare back in a shock
She knows what she did but she would rather not
Mums go the lips that promised an out
But I’m blaming myself for doubting my doubts

The Cosmic blue from a glowing moon breaks the iron skies inside her bloom
Cold was the jazz of that winter’s night draped within her festive Christmas lights.

Between receipts and wrinkled bank notes
I fumbled for the lighter inside my coat,
Waiting for the beat between each exhale
Asking.
Am I alive?
Or had the cigarette gone stale?

Seeking shelter beneath the dingbat car lots time retreats to its usual spot
Ashes scattered across the seconds I’m in, Waiting for escape but I never seem to find him.

And then

Transactions pass like whispers in the snow,
before the long walk home and before the morning crow
All my dreams in rewind play under my breath
Am I alive? Or am I dead