| It all started with the border
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| And that’s still where it is today
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| Someone killed Ramon Casiano
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| And the killer got away
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| Down by the Sister Cities river
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| Two boys with way more pride than sense
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| One would fall and one would prosper
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| Never forced to make amends
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| He became a border agent
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| And supplemented what he made
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| With creative deportation
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| And missing ammo by the case
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| Since Bullet ran the operation
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| There’s hardly been a minute since
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| There ain’t a massing at the border
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| From Chinese troops to terrorists
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| He had the makings of a leader
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| Of a certain kind of men
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| Who need to feel the world’s against him
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| Out to get 'em if it can
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| Men whose trigger pull their fingers
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| Of men who’d rather fight than win
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| United in a revolution
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| Like in mind and like in skin
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| It all started with the border
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| And that’s still where it is today
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| Down by the Sister Cities river
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| But for sure no one can say
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| The killing’s been the bullet’s business
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| Since back in 1931
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| Someone killed Ramon Casiano
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| And Ramon still ain’t dead enough |