Paroles de Tijuana

Take me to the city of wasted dreams Where there's little boys with m16's To the city of the wasted dreams Where there's little boys with m16s To the city of wasted dreams Where there's little girls barely in their teens Dancing on laps to mechanical beat Take me to the city of wasted dreams Child look over your shoulder and don’t believe their smiles Child look over your shoulder and don’t believe their smiles