Pete took a seat at the end of the bar
He had his sights set on Gina
But everyone knew he wouldn't get very far
Gina was in the cantina looking for a fix
She had tried hard to kick it
But now to get it she was turning tricks
Carlos was dealing kilos from the trunk of his car
He cut his junk with Ajax
And still dressed like an '80's Pop Star
Karen wasn't into sharing any of her blow
She was a selfish little nymph
Everything was a bargain, everything was quid pro quo
They all sought shelter together
Not from the weather, not from a storm
The shelter they sought was from life itself
From the daily struggle of life itself
In time Pete would either move on or suck on the barrel
Of a Colt .45
Gina dreamed she would either wind up in Beverly Hills
Or be taken out on a gurney
Carlos didn't fool himself, he knew it would catch up to him
He had a reservation on a slab
Karen held out hope she would be able to shake the dragon
Unfortunately that was not to be
They all sought shelter together
Not from the weather, not from a storm
The shelter they sought was from life itself
From the daily struggle of life itself
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