Algunos Amigos

Yeah, I can beat you until you pass out
and then a little more.
I can drag you by the hair onto the street
and you can scream.

And you can beg
and pray for it to stop,
but the truth is
I don't think this is your night.

How could I explain it,
sometimes it goes wrong, sometimes.

Yeah, razor blades stuck in your flesh,
I can torture you.
I'll sit and watch until you bleed out
and you can scream.

And I can take you
from the place we're in
and the tears
that are useless now.

How could I explain it,
sometimes it goes wrong,
sometimes it goes wrong.
And you won't want to have come,
and you won't want to have ever met me.