text: He lay his blanket underneath the freeway
  As the evening sky grew dark
  Took a sniff of toncho from his coke can
  And headed through Balboa Park
  Where the men in their Mercedes
  Come nightly to employ
  In the cool San Diego evening
  The services of the border boys
  He grew up near the Zona Norte
  With the hustlers and smugglers he hung out with
  He swallowed their balloons of cocaine
  Brought them across to the Twelfth Street strip
  Sleeping in a shelter
  If the night got too cold
  Running from the migra
  Of the border patrol
  Past the salvage yard across the train tracks
  And in through the storm drain
  They stretched their blankets out beneath the freeway
  And each one took a name
  There was X-man and Cochise
  Little Spider, his sneakers covered in river mud
  They come north to California
  End up with the poison in their blood
  He did what he had to for the money
  Sometimes he sent home what he could spare
  The rest went to high-top sneakers and toncho
  And jeans like the gavachos wear
  One night the border patrol swept Twelfth Street
  A big car come fast down the boulevard
  Spider stood caught in its headlights
  Got hit and went down hard
  As the car sped away, Spider held his stomach
  Limped to his blanket beneath the underpass
  Lie there tasting his own blood on his tongue
  Closed his eyes and listened to the cars rushing by so fast