| We rode like ghosts across the Earth | |
| We woke on Spanish clouds of dirt | |
| But if they only knew | |
| The places we'd been to | |
| Into the desert night, I ride | |
| My brother by my side | |
| Mi hermano la pistola | |
| But tomorrow we'll be gone | |
| Mi hermano la pistola | |
| But tomorrow we'll be gone | |
| We left our families for dead | |
| The kids still sleeping in their beds | |
| The sea swearing as it grew | |
| The wind confessing as it blew | |
| But if they only knew | |
| The places we'd been to | |
| Into the desert night, I ride | |
| My brother by my side | |
| Mi hermano la pistola | |
| But tomorrow we'll be gone | |
| Mi hermano la pistola | |
| But tomorrow we'll be gone | |
| Mi hermano la pistola | |
| But tomorrow we'll be gone | |
| Mi hermano la pistola | |
| But tomorrow we'll be gone | |
| Mi hermano la pistola | |
| But tomorrow we'll be gone | |
| Mi hermano la pistola | |
| But tomorrow we'll be gone | |
| But tomorrow we will be gone |