Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mariachi El Bronx
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joby Ford
Songwriter
Matt Caughthran
Songwriter
Jorma Vik
Songwriter
Brad Magers
Songwriter
Ken Horne
Songwriter
Ray Suen
Songwriter
Vince Hidalgo
Songwriter
Keith Douglas
Songwriter
Testi
Light my cigarette
Blindfold my eyes
I would rather die than compromise
Born in the ghetto's arms
Abandon all hope
Prepare the firing squad
Cause death is just a joke
Static automatic I can't stop
I can't feel a thing I'm still in shock
Enjoy the brave new world
Take it nice and slow
Don't ask me how it works
Cause you don't wanna know
They don't really make em like me anymore
I'm practically one of a kind
My generation is almost extinct
Everyone's losing their minds
The war is over open up your eyes
Kiss the ground and worship the sunrise
They don't really make em like me anymore
I'm practically one of a kind
My generation is almost extinct
Everyone's losing their minds
They don't really make em like me anymore
I'm practically one of a kind
My generation is almost extinct
Everyone's losing their minds
They don't really make em like me anymore
I'm practically one of a kind
My generation is almost extinct
Written by: Brad Magers, Joby Ford, Jorma Vik, Keith Douglas, Ken Horne, Matt Caughthran, Ray Suen, Vince Hidalgo

