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Well, it seems like all the kids 'round here are wrapped up with leaving this place.Tony told me from his kitchen on Mesitaand he talked about to me about staying.He said, "Man, you see across the street that's the university.you hit a home run and the ball rolls into Juarez.High school juniors leave their carswalk across to the barsyou can imagine how it is.and even if we get out, well, we always end up back hometo the only place we really know.el pasoel paso!Eddie he told me about the kidnapped womenwhat they call "The Disappeared"of drugs and thugs and depressing strip clubsi guess these border towns can be pretty weird.fair enoughbut on the east side there's a pack of wild dogs called the rippersthey chase rabbits in the summer timetrue storybut they can only catch them when their little rabbit hearts quitand meltgive out under these cloudless oven skiesSongtextesee them run and they run straight into the sunonly to explodeyou can watch them limp away like boats trying to stay afloat in el paso.el paso!yeah.dusk was hugging the foothills as i drove inthe mountains were draped with shadows east of I-10the first couple stars like light bright pegslike a candle in a colanderuh huhmy brother telephoned from new york stateand he told me about a disastrous datehe said i know there's lots of fish in the lakebut sometimes it seems like they hibernateand some nights i get so bored i cut my hairother nights i just stand in front of that tall hall mirror and stareuntil my gaze gets soft and my reflection turns weirdand when i think of my life i feel so unpreparedhe said, "man, how can you live like a tramp out on the roadyou knowbouncing like a tetherballhere and thereto and frochasing the highway like a dirty gravel rainbowdo you ever get releaselet alone a pot of gold?"and i said, "dude, chill, remember last summer those books i would readabout the history of greece and philosophywell they say maybe when we die there's peaceor at least just rest from these tiresome lives we leadand either way, that makes so much sense to me"besides, who cares until they're deceasedand the clergy weepsand the family grievesand the tombstone proclaims R. I. P.and they wrench the fillings out of of your poor old teethand they cover your corpse in a snow white sheetand they hang a tag from your ice cold feetand they pray for your soul over a couple of weeksand they say, he was a pretty, the newspapers say he was a prettyoh they claim he was a pretty good guyand they let the body lieyeah they let the body lieoh they let the body lieyeah they let the body lie.well, everyone must dieit's true,but first we get to livedon't ever ever forget to liveso, i let my cellphone drop lowdown beneath the driver's seatand i pulled off on the shoulderand stared hard across at mexicoat some space station looking refinerythere was a puff of smokelike a dragon's coughoff the tops of that factoryso me i joked aloud "i wonder if they make clouds?"instead of guns and robots and machineryand i put my foot back on the pedaland i pulled off really slowinto the loneliness and the darkness of el pasoel pasoplease say say say el pasoand you say, say it againel paso.you say ohhhh.you say ohhhhhhh.you say oh-ohhhhh.you say oh-ohhhhhhh.you say yeahhhhhhhhhh.you say yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh.you say yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.you say yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.yeahhhhhhhhh.ohhhh.whoahhhh.whoahhhhhh.whoahhhhhhhh. Aus Songtexte Mania