Mexico

Up all day, a-thinkin like crazy
I cant get sleep, Im tired of waiting
Along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies
It pulled away, and nobodys waving
Cmon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart
We die, muchacho, vamonos
Im goin down to Mexico
Im goin down to Mexico
Down to Mexico, oh
Im going down to Mexico
Down to Mexico, oh
We banditos
Cheap gold sheeps wool
Six-pack of Keystone
Lookin like street folk
We dont need no
Power to the people
Heatstroke, chico
One, two, three, four
We banditos
Six-pack of Keystone
Smellin like street folk
Keen-o, chico
I can see so
Good, I think its heatstroke
Outside, inline
At the bus depot
We die, muchachos, vamamos
Im goin down to Mexico
Im goin down to Mexico
Down to Mexico, oh
Im goin down Mexico
Down to Mexico, oh
Up all day, a-thinkin like crazy
I cant get sleep, Im tired of waiting
Along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies
It pulled away and nobodys waving
Cmon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart
We die, muchacho, vamamos
Im goin down to Mexico
Im goin down to Mexico
Down to Mexico, oh
Im goin down to Mexico
Down to Mexico, oh
We banditos
Cheap gold sheeps wool
Six-pack of Keystone
Lookin' like street folk
We dont need no
Power to the people
Heatstroke, chico
One, two, three, four
We banditos
Six-pack of Keystone
Smellin like street folk
Keen-o, chico
I can see so
Good, I think its heatstroke
Outside, inline
At the bus depot
Cmon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart
Cmon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart
Cmon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart (bullet in my heart)
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart (Lie 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.)