You're coming in about as clear as a midnight show
On an all-night station out of Mexico
Too much static in my attic and the signal's low
But I'm waiting here with nowhere to go
Little Sister, I don't think I'm gonna make it
I've taken far too much to try and fake it
The desert's quiet and cold
And every ounce I hold
Is gonna break it
Well, I can hear you clear enough to grab a couple words
Something about luminal and red-winged birds
I see the shadows dance in the low-beam glow
As I point em toward the border of Mexico
Little Sister, I don't think I'm gonna make it
I've taken far too much to try and fake it
The desert's quiet and cold
And every ounce I hold
Is gonna break it
I can get a little jumpy when the signal's live
I've got some cigarettes and a .45
I've got a number in my wallet and a cracked window
And a price on my head in Mexico