Mexico

Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy
 I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting
 Along come a bus with a bunk fulla 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
 We die, muchacho, vamonos
 I'm goin' down to Mexico
 I'm goin' down to Mexico
 Down to Mexico, oh
 I'm going down to Mexico
 Down to Mexico, oh
 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
 Keen-o, chico
 I can see so
 Good, I think it's heatstroke
 Outside, inline
 At the bus depot
 We die, muchachos, vamamos
 I'm goin' down to Mexico
 I'm goin' down to Mexico
 Down to Mexico, oh
 I'm goin' down Mexico
 Down to Mexico, oh
 Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy
 I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting
 Along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies
 It pulled 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
 We die, muchacho, vamamos
 I'm goin' down to Mexico
 I'm goin' down to Mexico
 Down to Mexico, oh
 I'm goin' down to Mexico
 Down to Mexico, oh
 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
 Keen-o, 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 (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.)