That Handsome Devil - Mexico

Band: That Handsome Devil Album: A City Dressed in Dynamite Song: 09 - 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 bunk fulla babies It pulled away, and nobody’s waving C’mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart Lie me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart We die, muchacho, vamanos 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’t see so Good, I think it’s heatstroke Outside, in line At the bus depot We die, muchachos, vamanos 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