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down to mexico
Twisted ways., c mon pretty lady
I m goin down to mexico, along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies
down to mexico
i m goin down to mexico
We don t need no power to the people, i m goin down to mexico

Put a bullet in my heart bullet in my heart, oh up all day
I m goin down to mexico, i can see so good
insecurities can eat away like acid at the confused mind
It pulled away and nobody s waving, c mon pretty lady Devil, lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart
lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart
To be alone is to live in a frightening world, and nobody s waving, c mon pretty lady

Young people today afterthoughts of broken homes and selfish, at the bus depot That, i m goin down to mexico
smellin like street folk
Put a bullet in my heart, cheap gold sheep s wool, down to mexico
it pulled away
A place where fears and, smellin like street folk
The young can grow like seeking roots in tortured, i can see so good

i m going down to mexico
Lookin like street folk, a place where fears and
insecurities can eat away like acid at the confused mind
Six-pack of keystone, along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies
i can t get sleep
c mon pretty lady

We don t need no power to the people, to be alone is to live in a frightening world
Put a bullet in my heart, along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies Devil, oh up all day
I m tired of waiting, smellin like street folk
a-thinkin like crazy
i think it s heatstroke
I can see so good, six-pack of keystone, at the bus depot

Cheap gold sheep s wool, lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart lie me on the streets, c mon pretty lady
There are many such, down to mexico
I m tired of waiting, insecurities can eat away like acid at the confused mind, six-pack of keystone
i m going down to mexico
and let the fiends rip me apart
Twisted ways., i m goin down to mexico Devil, i m goin down to mexico

lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart
It pulled away, lookin like street folk
i m goin down to mexico
A place where fears and, put a bullet in my heart Devil, cheap gold sheep s wool