I work on the border
I see what I see
I work on the border
And it's working on me
I lie awake at night
Knowing what I know
There's a price on the hit
Of every border patrol
Where the smugglers do business
That's where I make a stand
I know this old desert
Like the back of my hand
I see greed in the bushes
I see snakes in the dark
Some are friends of my brothers
Can't you hear them dogs bark?
I come home to Maria
At the end of the day
In thе shape of a shadow
Holding demons at bay
"It's just a border," thеy say
It was Mexican soldiers
Out of a black Humvee
With their guns to their shoulders
Aimed at my partner and me
As they drove away laughing
But the message was clear
"We don't care about nothing
But the money down here"
I come home to Maria
In a bulletproof vest
With the weight of the whole wide world
Barring down on my chest
It's just a border, I guess
From the shacks and the shanty's
Come the hungry and poor
Some to drown at the crosses
Some to suffer no more
Guess you heard about Campos and Ramien
Both of them friends of mine, both good men
They did one thing right
And look what they got
Federal prison
Where they're both gonna rot
I come home to Maria
Where else would I go?
Cross the river to die by myself
Down in old Mexico
It's just the border, you know
