A Bed In The Desert (Bourbon Crow)

Well mama I´m writting a letter home ´Cuz i know that you think what I´ve done was wrong But I´m here to tell ya, I´ve got no regets And you know your boy he don´t take no shit That´s exactly why I killed that son of a bitch And I´m doing life, in this metal pit Well a man´s gotta do what he´s gotta do Through its consequences can be cruel With the one-way ticket to the graveyard And I´m driving the hearse And I made you a bed in the desert Well the stoty I´m about to tell And the first verse you heard didn´t end so well For that loose lip, non-English speaking immigrant I said "I don´t know what the hell you´re saying And this bottle I´m drinking got me to thinking Every dog has his day and that dog was barking" Well a man´s gotta do what he´s gotta do Through its consequences can be cruel With the one-way ticket to the graveyard And I´m driving the hearse And I made you a bed in the desert I said "Adios amigo, Hope you enjoyed your last burrito, If you have any final words, Let them be heard" "No comprende seňor" And I made you a bed in the desert