Al Filo Del Reloj
Los Tigres del Norte
On the Edge of the Clock
Worker, worker
Why'd you show up so late?
The clock has called you out
And now you're gonna pay
Those are the luxuries of the rich
That you can't afford to play
Let me tell you of a brave man
Executed down in Chihuahua
He was sentenced to death
With Carranza's signature
And at six in the morning
They took him to the wall
And you, little man
Who turns into a judge
You hold the trial at three
And shoot him at six
Then you wash your hands clean
Saying the law was upheld
When the bells start to toll
They shot an Austrian man
The same thing happened to Argumedo
In a graveyard in Durango
And that tick-tock of the clock
Was stealing away his life
How many hours are in a year?
And how many in a term?
From September to December
The numbers keep on turning
And that's when they start to forget
That they're the people's employees
How many hours have passed?
And how many will we have left?
For sure there’s a clock
That will mark our end
And it has so much tension
That it’s bound to snap
