Whores of Tijuana Lyrics

Lyrics and audio from the self titled album, "Whores of Tijuana".

Don Juan is a song inspired by the unjust leaders of the world.

Can you feel my pain
A little too close in time
I used to call your name
now I cross the line
					
And I will reveal everything
To free my soul from reality
I won't serve your kind
			
You like to steal control
From those who bow before you
And now it takes it toll
As the masses stand before you
					
You want help from those with tears
Your cries are heard by deafened ears
They won't serve your kind
					

A feeling of despair towards love entangled in mistrust

I hear the whisper
Calling on an Autumn breeze
Take the picture
The lens will set your mind at ease
			
I'm standing here
Silent
				
Tired of living
Scared of dying needlessly
Just a feeling
Bringing me to my knees
					
I'm standing here
Silent
					
I'm standing here
Silenced with fear
Alone and bare
					

A man loses his girl and job and set himself on fire at the local gas station by where we practiced.

I lost everything
I lost my job today
I lost everything
I see no other way
		
Why does it all rain down
What did I do for this
Death is my lover now
I will embrace her
					
Carve my name upon the stone
Never to live life alone
Not for life, but still with pride
Into the other side
You'll bare my guit when I'm gone
					
I lost everything
I lost my girl today
I lost everything
Bitch went away
				
One dollar gasoline
89 Octane
Right here at the pump
I'll burn away
					
Carve my name upon the stone
Never to live life alone
Not for life, but still with pride
Into the other side
You'll bare my guit when I'm gone
					

Slave to the Grind.

What's that you say
I can see the pain written on your face
What's that you do
Watch me walk all over you 
What's that you see
Things aren't what they use to be

If I can, I'll rob you blind
Running My Machine

What's that you need
I just sit and watch it bleed
What's that you fear
My machine won't shed a tear
What's that you cry 
You can't understand the reason why. 

If I can, I'll rob you blind
Running My Machine

And you demand
Better grow yourself another hand
And my reply
Can't take away from our bottom line
What I give to you
I could by myself another fool.

You're not paid to use your mind
You're My Machine.
					
					

In honor of the greatest basketball (any sport) announcer of all time.

This song is a jazzy instrumental. 
					
					

Sitting watching LSD and mind altering government documentaries on TV.

Black wheels spinning
Black veins thinning
In my chair I sit

Lights are streaking
The sky is leaking
Colors spiral down

Building bending
Message Sending
And it's all on film.
					

A power stuggle between those in charge and those who get shit done.

When will you see me
For what I really am
What would it take me
To be a better man

It's gonna be awhile
Until I'm free

Say what you want
We didn't notice
Say what you want
Your getting nervous
Get what we want
We're clinching our fist
Get what we want
But we didn't notice

Down in this hole
Half bound and gagged
Up on a cross
Like every other man

It's gonna be awhile
Until I'm free

Take back the words
And the deal that you made
If blood can't pay the price
What will you take in trade

Say what you want
We didn't notice
Say what you want
Your getting nervous
Get what we want
We're clinching our fist
Get what we want
But We didn't notice

					

The never ending struggle to get to the top of the money tree, search for power, and stepping on those in your way

Hear the drums obey
This bag of salt my pay

You lied today
The price you pay
To make your dreams come true
Well my friend
They're broke again
Another promise made by you
You can't tell me 
What I need to say
Everything in life I need
You go and take away

Time ticks away
Closer to the grave

You lied today
The price you pay
To make your dreams come true
Well my friend
They're broke again
Another promise made by you
You can't tell me 
What I need to say
Everything in life I need
You go and take away