Sentildeoritas walk at night,
Habantilderos on the move,
It's music to their ears in the backroom.
If there's money to be made,
And it's a hundred in the shade
She's sentimental like the last
Of the foreigners running past
And if things aren't sweet
She'll be begging for forgiveness in the vacu
They're taking pains with California,
And they're guaranteeing boredom
And apart from what was offered
There were mothers buying
Youre much better off in Twos
If you're coming to see the carnage
Doubled over on the table
I was concentrating harder
Weaving in and out of consciousness
Hiding out behind the entrance
It took longer than expected:
They had difficulty swallowing capsules.
Than the sniffer- dogs at Heathrow -
in no time in the backroom.
Almost nothing in the papers...
Told me it happened when they emptied out