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His name is Lalo
And he does the devil's fishing
Don't let him lure you into his hollow
He's a purveyor of perdition
And Lalo, being a patron of the arts
with two bum legs
And sesame street smarts
Will send you in
To a den of sin
To stain your soul
And blacken your heart
Don't let him getcha
You don't wanna go
But you hear the demons screamin'
Lalo
From the righteous path
He wills you to diverge
In his circular desk
He's the devil's concierge
His eyes are two black balls
Behind coke bottle glasses
His office chair rolls
Like a herd of wild asses
He'll send you in
To a den of sin
To stain your soul
And blacken your heart
Don't let him getcha
You don't wanna go
But you hear the demons screamin'
Lalo
So, you boys want go to Juarez?
Here's whatcha wanna do
First you cross the river
On a foot bridge
Get yourselves across the border
And head downtown
East 3 blocks
Turn and make left
30 paces toward the sunset
And now your facing west
Turn down the dark alley
Feel around and find the door
Knock once, knock again
Then twice and once more
When they say you can't come in
Just tell 'em Lalo set ya
If you miss the golden entrance
Then you know you've found the show
You're probably gonna try
To double back and go
That's when you know that you
Have made a wrong turn
You're stuck in Lalo's Hollow
And now you're gonna burn
You're gonna feel your head pounding
Sudden onset of dementia
You'll be wishing that you'd rather
Had attended in absentia
Find your way to the front desk
And don't forget to mention
That Lalo sent ya
He'll send you in
To a den of sin
To stain your soul
And blacken your heart
Don't let him getcha
You don't wanna go
But you hear the demons screamin'
Lalo