RANCID AIR BLOWS DOWN THESE STREETS
DRUNKEN JUNKIES CALL ME “CHIEF”
MY SOUL SCREAMS FOR ANOTHER DRINK
AROUND THE CORNER
WHERE I CAN SLINK

SPANISH GHOSTS OF NIGHTS LONG PAST     
DEAD CITY
BUT I KNOW I’VE MISSED MY CHANCE
DEAD CITY

BLUE STEEL VAQUIEROS WITH DYING EYES
SPITTING BULLETS AND TELLING LIES
MY FUTURE FADES BENEATH THE SCARLET SKY
I SEARCH FOR WATER
BUT THE RIVER'S RUN DRY

SILVER BULLETS TEAR MY SOUL
DEAD CITY
IN THIS PLACE THAT I CALL HOME
DEAD CITY          

LATIN BEATS AND NEON LIGHTS
GRINGOS POSING, READY FOR A FIGHT
NOWHERE TO HIDE ON THE STREETS AT NIGHT
IN THIS DEAD CITY OF URBAN BLIGHT

SPANISH GHOSTS OF NIGHTS LONG PAST     
DEAD CITY
BUT I KNOW I’VE MISSED MY CHANCE
DEAD CITY