Border Town

There is something down the border Something that you can't control So why don't you let it be Leave this problem If you close your eyes for this matter And realize you can't control Go and stock your stash instead 'Cause they're coming Just let me pack my stuff and say goodbye to here Tripping on the way to leave home Pretending I don't see the cops outside the streets Tripping on the way to leave home Now I'm long gone with no water Can't survive with sticks and stones Then a drifter comes to me with a story Of a lonely man in the desert Talking with himself alone With his vulture friend ahead Screaming nonsense I should just quit before it tries to attack me Do they even feast on good weed? With all this LSD just running inside of me Maybe I could try to ride it, oh