Silence is golden
Maybe for the sane
But late night radio static
Is silver like rain
Oncoming headlights
Are few and far between
But Pedro smiles every couple of miles
He's got mirrors on his sailor
South of the border
Not Mexico
South of the border
The only place to go
When you need a little burner
Leave the chores behind
South of the border
It's my constant state of mind
In this waste land
Gonna' get some squealers
Bottle rockets maybe too
And a big old roman candle
Especially for you
Buys a dozen stickers
"˜Baby for the car'
Sometimes you think you're too high class
You forget who you are
South of the border
I'm just you're ball and chain
And black velvet lined hand pulls
Oh baby aint' it a shame?
Houdini if you want to
If you think that you can
Think you'll always be
My south of the border man
In this waste land