Hey Jingo Cassanova
Hangin' round this third world shit hole
Both body and mind are ine tuned machines
In freedom's arsenal
Hey baby, wanna see my gun?
Hey baby, are you on the run?
Hey baby, whose side are you on tonight?
Hey Gringo Loverboy
You still got a job to do
Days filled with bloody action
Nights of steamy passion
But in a job like yours
Feelings are something you can't afford
But this girl, she got to you somehow
In the restaurant, filled with body parts
Did the bomb go off? Did you stand her up?
She was waiting there, did you chicken out?
Such a pretty girl, does it break your heart?
Does it break your heart?