the children are slow on my side of the city   they're all acting tough, they'relooking so pretty   they hide in the dark   cause bright lights are so deadly   the radio screams   their friends are never on time   they're never on time      and mexican boys are holding down the corners   heart beats in way to make your mother mourn ya   girlfriend sways quick from one side to another   they're holding their own   the trouble's never on time   it's never on time      well there's nothing in the world   that I want to see   there's nowhere   oh no where   that I'd rather be   than here with you   oh holding me here      and all the girls sell on my side of the city   they're looking so rough they're looking so pretty   shift is a drag    the weather's always shitty   they do what they can   the men are always on time   they're always on time      and undercover cops   are looking for a sucker   always want to trade for a little treasure   they only ask once    they only give the pleasure   they give you a life   the trains are never on time   they're never on time      well there's nothing in the world   that I want to see   there's nowhere   oh no where   that I'd rather be   than here with you   oh holding me here      so make your way   to the ocean   let the warm cool breeze   soak into your bones