Drinking cold cerveza in a boiling hot saloon
Chasing shots of tequila, just about high noon
Outside Nuevo Laredo,
Deep in no man's land
Become a killer or be killed,
Face down in the Rio Grande
[Pre-Chorus:]
Poverty will turn the life of any good man bad
All love and mercy ever learned
He'll soon forget what he had
[Chorus:]
Guns, drugs, and money
Under the Mexican sky
Guns, drugs, and money,
Pick your poison or you die
Guns, drugs, and money,
A pistol pressed to his head
Choose silver and you're rich,
You die if you choose lead
He had a suitcase full of money,
Plenty of ammo for his gun
The sweat rolls down his dirty face
His plans have all come undone
It's just a matter of time,
No matter how he tries
He hears “?Plata o plomo, gringo?”
The last words before he dies
[Pre-Chorus:]
Poverty will turn the life of any good man bad
All love and mercy ever learned
He'll soon forget what he had
[Chorus: 2x]
Guns, drugs, and money
Under the Mexican sky
Guns, drugs, and money,
Pick your poison or you die
Guns, drugs, and money,
A pistol pressed to his head
Choose silver and you're rich,
You die if you choose lead
Guns, drugs and money
Guns, drugs and money