Henry took his suitcase,
threw a gun inside,
drove his car down to Mexico,
those guys, he’ll make ‘em die

He arrived before sunset
covered the sky,
had a smoke in a motel.

In a dirty bedroom
Henry took his rest.
The moon was dark, the night was clear,
a nightmare froze his hands.

When dawn came there to beat him
he was prepared,
and hate was steel that morning.

Henry, take care now,
you’re too young to die.
Remember your world boy,
please, don’t make it cry ... yeah!!

Sweat all over his body
that morning it would shine.
He started getting nervous,
patience in his eyes.

So he washed his face with water,
his soul with hot mescal,
soft and slowly loaded his gun.

Boy there you go now,
sliding down town.
Feel the cold of your steel now
when heat is all around ... yeah!!

The sun is tunning the season,
she smiles so gingerly,
hourglass is beating the days so loud.

At last he faced his fate
when he rings their bell,
quiet and still he stared at them,
he only saw himself.

Empty and hollow he aimed at his phantom,
slowly closed his eyes
they opened wide and his destiny fired.

Henry, take care now,
you’re too young to die.
Remember your world boy,
please, don’t make it cry.

Boy there you go now,
sliding down town.
Feel the cold of your steel now
when heat is all around.

[by JaSeLJoF]