Mexico Lyrics

Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy
I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting
Along come a bus with a ??? and a baby
??? and nobody's waving

C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart

??? muchacho, vamamos

I'm goin' down to Mexico

??? banditos
Cheap gold sheep's wool
Six-pack of Keystone
Lookin' like street folk
We don't need no
Power to the people
Heatstroke chico
One, two, three, four

??? banditos
Six-pack of Keystone
Smellin' like street folk
??? no chico
I can see so
Good, I think it's heatstroke
Outside, inline
At the bus depot

??? muchachos, vamamos

I'm goin' down to Mexico

Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy
I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting
Along come a bus with a ??? and a baby
??? and nobody's waving

C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart

??? muchacho, vamamos
I'm goin' down to Mexico ??? banditos
Cheap gold sheep's wool
Six-pack of Keystone
Lookin' like street folk
We don't need no
Power to the people
Heatstroke chico
One, two, three, four

??? banditos
Six-pack of Keystone
Smellin' like street folk
??? no chico
I can see so
Good, I think it's heatstroke
Outside, inline
At the bus depot

C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart

C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart

C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart

(To be alone is to live in a frightening world. A place
where fears and insecurities can eat away like acid at
the confused mind. There are many such young people
today - afterthoughts of broken homes and selfish,
unthinking parents. The young can grow like seeking
roots in tortured, twisted ways.)

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