Mexico

[Verse 1]
Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy
I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting
Along come a bus with a bunk full of babies
It pulled away, 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

[Pre-Chorus]
We die, muchacho, vamonos
I'm goin' down to Mexico

[Chorus]
I'm goin' down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)
Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)
I'm going down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)
Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

[Verse 2]
We 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
We banditos, six-pack of Keystone
Smellin' like street folk
Keno, chico
I can see so good, I think it's heatstroke
Outside, inline at the bus depot

[Pre-Chorus]
We die, muchacho, vamonos
I'm goin' down to Mexico

[Chorus]
I'm goin' down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)
Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)
I'm going down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)
Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

[Verse 1]
Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy
I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting
Along come a bus with a bunk full of babies
It pulled away, 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

[Pre-Chorus]
We die, muchacho, vamonos
I'm goin' down to Mexico

[Chorus]
I'm goin' down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)
Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)
I'm going down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)
Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

[Verse 2]
We 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
We banditos, six-pack of Keystone
Smellin' like street folk
Keno, chico
I can see so good, I think it's heatstroke
Outside, inline at the bus depot

[Outro]
C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart (Ay, ay ay!)
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart (Ay, ay ay!)
C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart (Ay, ay ay!)
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart (Ay, ay ay!)
C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart (Ay, ay ay!)
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart (Ay, ay ay!)

[Spoken]
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