Parched land no desert sand, sun was just a dot
And a little bit of water goes a long way, ´cause it´s hot
Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back
Of a rented ford
They couldn´t know they weren´t going far

Each one with the money in his pocket
Could go out and buy himself a brand new car
But they all had the money they had
Money they hoped would take them very far

The sky was bright, a traffic light, now and then a truck
And they hadn´t seen a cop around all day (what luck)
They brought everything they needed
Bags and scales to weigh the stuff
The driver said the border´s just over the bluff

It wasn´t until the car suddenly stopped
In the middle of a cold and barren place
And the other guy turned and spilled
Three boys blood, did they know a trap had been lain?

They´re ok the last days of may, I´ll be breathing dry air
I´m leaving soon, the others are already there
You wouldn´t be interested in coming along, instead of staying here
They say the west is nice this time of year, that´s what they say