Get in the Vannigan
What’s the plan again
Flash some titties for some gasoline
you stole that mannequin
With the stupid grin
So you could drive it in the HOV
Met a coppa down in san louis
Who saw that you were running so he let you leave
North seemed expensive so you drove it south
Heading straight down the lion's mouth
Where the sunset burns and the cactus stings
Where the colorado drips and the deserts speaks
And the tall tales tell you where the x is at
Just don't hang out with the other expats


A little spanish might
Help them treat you right
Then again it might be better not to speak
The point of this
Was to get good and rid
Of those voices that voiced you weak
Brought a bunch of books to buckle you down
Fill you full up with that wild woman sound
Itll get real real even if it starts fake
Now all you need is one good mental break
Where the skies turn angry and the road is bleak
And your insides are burning and your heart is meat
And whats been a long time coming is a short while away
And all your bad dreams are coming true and that’s okay

If all you want is a good time
Hire Juan, he’s a good guide
He’ll take you ‘round the local zocalo
But you’ll never get to see
The reality
Oh!
The water
The bread
The old homestead
The indigenous kitchen
and the dead sheep’s head
the jail, the cell
The whole towns well
the bars the stars the mescalería
a tintype photograph of pancho villa
the greyhound station the mayors Karman Ghia
well that ain’t the tour and I ain’t a saint
but cmon honey, don’t you fade!

Get on the map again
Remember you got friends
But there are things that you can’t unsee
Like the way the waves come in and pull the dead beasts back to sea
So don’t stand around thinking wow that coulda been me
Get lost in the maybe drown in the daydream die a million deaths every time you breathe
Don’t want to become the thing you hate
That’s why it’s important to migrate
And when you see the boys at the border patrol
Tell them those walls can also be cages!


If all you’ve got
Is one life
Roll that log
And look inside
And see the rot
full of life
And and maybe then you’ll see
The reality
Oh
The Dirt,
The death,
The first breath
The dust and decay
Rewind and replay
Hair of dog
Bone of bird
Eye of witness
And the Power of word
Single celled sucker in a petri dish
Make you feel lucky not to have to wish
To have a heart and lungs
Salt and sun
One working station
and a car that runs
So come on pretty lady roll that window down
Smile out loud while your rolling through town
I ain’t a doctor but here's medicine
Open up and let it in