Mexican pharmacies, a foil wrapped sun
frozen lips and a bloody thumb
creep like scorpions across the bed
three more bullets straight to the head

Eat the contraband, drive the car
Santa Monica in the dark
the Devil wants to see you in his arms
through the borderlands, a mile too far

Infernal glow of a thousand tail lights
last of the valium keeps the serpent wrapped tight
speeding blindly now I drive to forget
I placed your naked bodies in the car wreck


Angel baby, don't you get off on the 405

Out of drugs south of Bakersfield
how in the hell did I wind up here?
a black wind in the valley tonight
shaky hands disappearing headlights