Trafic - Tres Coronas

We all face the same way still it takes all day take a look to my left pick out

The worst and the best she paints her lip greasy and thick another mirror stare

and

She’s going where?

Another office affair?

to kill an unborn scare?

Talk dirty to the priest?

Makes them human at least is she running away?

To start a brand new day?

Or she going home?

Why’s she driving alone?

Is anyone going anywhere?

Everyone’s gotta be somewhere she got a body in the boot?

Or just bags full of food?

Those are models legs but are they women’s are they mens?

She shouts down the phone missed a payment on the loan she gotta be above the

rest

Keeping up with the best is anyone going anywhere?

Everyone’s gotta be somewhere

Wait tables for a crook?

wrote a hard back book?

you teach kids how to read?

Sell your body on the street?

a nurse without a job?

another uptown snob?

But have I got you wrong?

One look and you were gone is anyone going anywhere?

Everyone gotta be somewhere