Well, she'll be leavin today i do know So far away I'm feelin so blue and it shows In every single way Once that girl, she was mine For such a short time We used to spend every night Now all i do is cry They say, that you can't miss, Somethin that you've never had So tell me why, Why i could feel so bad Well we used to walk down the path Just like lovers do She'd hold my hand and we'd laugh And i'd stare in her eyes - they were blue, ooh Once that girl she was mine For such a short time We used to spend every night Now all i do is cry They say, that you can't miss Somethin' that you've never had So tell me, why Why i should feel so bad...

Me and my partner we work on the run The quick try to get quicker and the creepers get hung Now it's you that got wasted tonight on the job One lost his liquor and the other lost his hand Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink But nothin' saw nothin', just smell the stink Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one Four forgotten and the rest just won't come When you've begun to think like a gun The rest of the year has already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone (Well) Blood on the windows and blood on the walls Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls And the papers keep downing on everything I burned And the people getting restless but they'll never learn I picked up a doctor, he's good with a knife Says anesthetic's a waste of his time Works in a hurry but always worthwhile Knows they won't be back for a long long time Top of the staircase was ready to fall We were still waiting downstairs in the hall Watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire Or go for your neck with the chicken wire When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone Once you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have already gone Mother of plenty, mother of none You've got me cornered and still on the run I don't care nothing about you anyway Stuck in this hole I'm on my way Yeah, when you've begun to live like a gun The days of the year have already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone

Cherry, I'd like to love you Cherry, will you love me too? Someday I will take you away That's all I want to do I'll love you forever, Cherry Will you love me too? Sweet as a morning sunrise Fresh as a mountain dew Someday I will love you Cherry, will you love me too? I need you forever Cherry, will you need me too? I'll love you forever Cherry, will you love me too? Cherry, will you love me too?

Just below San Diego Tijuana land of broken dreams Senoritas dancing in the moonlight Flashing Spanish dark eyes Everyone, it seems They say, "Hey, gringo! Can you take us across the border Just tell them I'm your daughter Loco, loco" Down the backstreets Through the alleys All the young men Stand with pride They guard the palace To the kingdom Called Tijuana Their heritage they decide They say, "Hey, gringo! Can you take us across the border We'll work for just a quarter On the other side" They say, "Hey, gringo! Can you take us across the border We'll work for just a quarter On the other side"

How can you put me through these changes Why do you do me like you do It ain't no way I love-a-dee love nobody but you Let him go out and get with strangers Don't you turn my love to hate Ain't no man can love you like I can, and I do How can you put me through these changes Why do you do me like you do It ain't no way I love-a-dee love nobody but you How can you put me through these changes Why do you do me like you do

Monday morning comes too early Work my back to the bone All day Monday I keep thinking "Weekend's coming, gonna go home" Tuesday I hate, oh Tuesday Ain't no girls on the streets Tuesday it ain't good for nothing Drinking beer and watching TV Friday, Friday evening Come on Friday, it's been too long Friday, Friday evening Come on Friday, I wanna go home Friday, Friday evening Come on Friday, it's been too long Friday, Friday evening Come on Friday, I wanna go home Wednesday's hump day, hump day's Wednesday Over the hump, the week's half-gone If I had my pay on Wednesday I'd hang out, the hump day's gone Thursday, you know I feel better I can see the end in sight Think I'll write myself a letter Help myself through the night Friday, Friday evening Come on Friday, it's been too long Friday, Friday evening Come on Friday, I wanna go home Friday, Friday evening Come on Friday, it's been too long Friday, Friday evening Come on Friday, I wanna go home