La Frontera
La Frontera
The Border
I have traveled thousands of miles
and where the sun hides
there is a place at the Border
where once I was a loser.
Gunshots are heard in the old mine
times are not going well
and in the Saloon they look at me
they tell me I shouldn't have come back,
have come back.
But now I'm here at the Border
and I have many scores to settle.
Time shows me the lost things
and there is something that urges me to kill,
to kill.
