The Dogs Of Tijuana

We are the dogs of Tijuana

Filled with garbage and stones

In the streets and in the fields

Cursed and crushed beneath the wheels

But together we are strong

Our songs echo in the darkness

Down the machiladora’s halls

Where Brother Solomon was tortured

The one tree in the orchard

Casts a shadow on the wall



The way is hard and long

But the dogs are coming home



We are the dogs of Tijuana

Left for dead in the ravine

In the arroyos and the valleys

The sewers and the alleys

We shiver and we dream

So, don’t stop to ask directions

If you think you’ve lost your way

The wrath of the lion

Is the wisdom of God

And every dog has its day



The way is hard and long

But the dogs are coming home



We crossed the tin can cardboard slums

And to these pastures came

Into the hands of wicked men

Sold by the hands of strangers

There’ll be no silver lining, friend

Of that I’m sure

So, shake my hand one last time

‘Cause brother, this is war



We are the dogs of Tijuana

Watching every road into town

A rising sea without a shore

Right outside your door

So, why weep now?



The way is hard and long

But tonight we’re coming home



We are the dogs of Tijuana

Howling in the night

The world will not end in fire

It will not end in ice

It will end when we arrive