The barrio starts two streets over   Miguel, he’s a friend of mine   With brick weed built a reputation   Like dry ice in the summertime      Now all you need is an electric razor   A magic bullet in a grassy knoll   The whole world is just a little oyster   To Snow White and the poison apples      I woke up in the age of wires   I fell asleep at the dusk of man   Now I’m cold   Fingers crossed in the promised land      But you won’t be getting in (you know by now)   No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)   No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)   All sold out, in heaven      The barrio starts two streets over   Monsay, she’s a friend of mine   Keeps a piece like a whistleblower   Flying kites in the wintertime      Magic carpet is the transportation   Went to the moon in a soda can   Not all my boys believe in science   Stretching truth in the promised land      But you won’t be getting in (you know by now)   No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)   No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)   It’s sold out, in heaven      Chorus again, or another one? Another one      You know by now   You know by now   You know by now   That you won’t be getting in (you know by now)   No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)   No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)   It’s sold out, in heaven      No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)   No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)   No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)   To heaven   To heaven (you know by now)   To heaven (you know by now)   To heaven (you know by now)