Vernon Girl - Smut Peddlers

Looking for a fix on Soto Street

South bound into Vernon

Couldn’t find nothing in Boyle Heights

I tell you my liver was burning

While I was stopped at a traffic light

In front of Farmer John

A little meat packer with a paycheck jumps in And says «let's cop and get it on.»

Vernon Girl

She said she moved here from Mexico

Her family was all dead

She scored a job at the slaughterhouse

Shooting pigs in the head

We met a connection with smack and blow

At 55th and Holmes

Then we got a room and had a time

The best I’ve ever known

Vernon Girl

In the morning we were drinking vodka

And we polished off all the tar

Then some cops rushed in and handcuffed me And stuffed me in an unmarked car

It felt like hell in front of that motel

In the city of Huntington Park

They left the front door open

And I had to watch her blow the narcs

Vernon Girl