There I am, sweatin' tequila
in a beat up Mexican dive
All it's gonna take is one slurring insult
to bring this utter chaos to life
The bar is at attention, biting their tongues
afraid about what's going down
Eyeing everybody, don't wanna hit nobody,
but the losers have to buy the first round

Somebody hit somebody! (x4)

Fight in Mexico, better head for the doors
Sheriff's outta commission doing coke on the floor
Bartender's got his glock, only aiming for heads
So, better keep moving or you'll end up dead
Eyes at attention, shake and shimmy the fists
Nobody ever told me leave would be like this
Pimps, drunks, hookers; company I keep
This little PA boy in those Mexican streets
Eyeing everybody, don't wanna hit nobody,
but the losers have to buy the first round

Hear the cries, harmony of the night
Darkest from within that shallows the white
Drunk off the violence, bloodlust in my eyes
Not leaving tonight until I win or I fry
Numbers starting to thin, bodies lining the floor
Sheriff's dead to rights, don't need his nightstick no more
Beating skulls into dust, spilling bodily wine
Gringo or not, that mamacita is mine!
Eyeing everybody, don't wanna hit nobody,
but the losers have to buy the first round

You losers buy the first fucking round!
Eyeing everybody, don't wanna hit nobody,
but the losers have to buy the first round