Tarjeteros

He walks on the strip

He hands out free dreams

He's trapped in the dark

Where the sun hurts the most

He's snapping your cards

You can't feel his hands

He crossed through the desert

Where the sun hurts the most

You sell him for gold

He's dragging our cans

Although he's a man

You sell him for gold

He's snapping your cards

You can't feel his hands

He crossed through the desert

Where the sun hurts the most

You sell him for gold

There's blood on your shirt

The rust on his load is worth more than you