guns drugs amp; money

Megadeth

Drinking cold cerveza in a boiling hot saloon
Chasing shots of tequila,
Just about high noon
Outside nuevo laredo,
Deep in no manââ?¬â?¢s land
Become a killer or be killed;
Face down in the rio grande

Poverty will turn the life of any good man bad
All love and mercy ever learned, heââ?¬â?¢ll soon forget what he had

Guns, drugs, and money under the mexican sky
Guns, drugs, and money; pick your poison or you die
Guns, drugs, and money; a pistol pressed to his head
Choose silver and youââ?¬â?¢re rich; you gonna die if you choose lead

He had a suitcase full of money,
Plenty of ammo for his gun
The sweat rolls down his dirty face,
His plans have all come undone
Itââ?¬â?¢s just a matter of time,
No matter how he tries
He hears ââ?¬Å?plata o plomo, gringo?ââ?¬
The last words before he dies