Drinking cold cerveza in a boiling hot saloon
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Chasing shots of tequila, just about high noon
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Outside Nuevo Laredo, deep in no man's land
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Become a killer or be killed; face down in the Rio Grande
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Poverty will turn the life of any good man bad
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All love and mercy ever learned, he'll soon forget what he had
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Guns, drugs, and money under the Mexican sky
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Guns, drugs, and money; pick your poison or you die
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Guns, drugs, and money; a pistol pressed to his head?
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Choose silver and you're rich; you gonna die if you choose lead
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He had a suitcase full of money, plenty of ammo for his gun
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The sweat rolls down his dirty face, his plans have all come undone
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It's just a matter of time, no matter how he tries
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He hears "Plata O Plomo, Gringo?" the last words before he dies
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Chorus
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Lyrics & Music - Mustaine, Johnny K
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Guns, Drugs, and Money
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Megadeth |