Well mama I'm writing a letter home
'Cuz I know that you think what I've done was wrong
But I'm here to tell ya, I've got no regrets
And you know your boy he don't take no sh**
That's exactly why I k**ed that son of a b**h
And I'm doing life, in this metal pit
Well a man's gotta do what he's gotta do
Though its consequences can be cruel
With the one-way ticket to the graveyard
And I'm driving the hearse
And I made you a bed in the desert
Well the stoty I'm about to tell
And the first verse you heard didn't end so well
For that loose lip, non-English speaking immigrant
I said "I don't know what the hell you're saying
And this bottle I'm drinking got me to thinking
Every dog has his day and that dog was barking"
Well a man's gotta do what he's gotta do
Though its consequences can be cruel
With the one-way ticket to the graveyard
And I'm driving the hearse
And I made you a bed in the desert
I said "Adios amigo
Hope you enjoyed your last burrito
If you have any final words
Let them be heard"
"No comprende señor"
And I made you a bed in the desert