She cries, that son of a bitch, just won't die
She's on her 23rd tequila, no salt, no lime
Under her bones
The blue Agave worm is still alive
But that's fine, fine, fine, fine
Fine, fine, fine
He groans, my blood is spilling out over the ground
How'd she ever catch me sleeping around
Hold me kiss me
Before the blade hits bone, as it's twisting
But that's fine, fine, fine, fine
Fine, fine, fine
Fine fine fine fine
Fine fine fine
Hold on, let your jacks show
All in and on the flop watch your stacks go
Try to hit your gutshot straight
And make your table stakes
She comes a back around cursing the name of the Lord
Swinging that Swiss made knife like a sword
Under her bones
She wraps his bloody neck with a phone cord