Vasquez

Let me tell you about

Faces

I see

The stately, the rugged

Over and over

Under dirt

And sun umbrellas

Their eyes on the gun

Some puppy eyes

Some fierce lady eyes

Some warm gentleman eyes

But some eyes

That can't look into mine

Look into mine

"Bandido"

They call me

No one knows the story

I hate an imperious glance

In the gold country

I'm writing her a love song

How we fall into a dream in the rocks -

Our rocks

But they found me there, chased after me

I crawled away quickly

Wasn't sure if I was lost or if I was running away again

Up what you now call the 14

I was a runner up the 14

Their mouths move

To say

They wanna be the good guys -

They wanna be

Triumphant

They put me to sleep on diagonal rocks

So no one tells the story

Of Bandido

In the gold country

They call me

I hate an imperious glance

In the gold country

"Bandido"

No one knows the story

In the gold country

In the gold country