Agent - Breathing Fire

ATF felt the steel in their guys cold and real.

The DEA were kicking down the back door.

The war on drugs will claim one more.

In the car the burning czar.

Identify the dead by the teeth left in their heads.

Cross the border to the promised land.

To join the chain of supply and demand.

I knew it was over when the bullet hit my spine.

Slaughtered in the desert.

Buried half alive