Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mexico, artist - That Handsome Devil. Date of issue: 04.08.2008
Song language: English
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 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, 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.) |