5 days ago, Tijuana, MexiCorp…
I can see clearly in pitch black darkness
A million meetings of strangers at midnight
I heard their confessions and admitted my guilt
So I traveled to Tijuana and I drank Tequila
Soon everything was forgotten and faded into fog
Midnight found me back up to my old Modus operandi
All over again my affliction had effected my reality
My transmission shifted overdrive as the old Ford jerked forward
The RPMs ran into the red and the radiator started steaming
On and on I drove until the sun came up at the border
The TCB start’s to crackle…
…in the rear view mirror the Cartel was in hot pursuit…