Mexico Songtext
Oh, right now times are hard
Stacks of bills and broken cars
And everyone seems to have lost their heads
They say that bad things come in threes
But they're piling over you and me
Come on now, it's time to leave
'Cause everyone's running wild, going for their guns
I don't know how we got here or where we should go
We could run far away and live under the sun
Stacks of bills and broken cars
And everyone seems to have lost their heads
They say that bad things come in threes
But they're piling over you and me
Come on now, it's time to leave
'Cause everyone's running wild, going for their guns
I don't know how we got here or where we should go
We could run far away and live under the sun
In Mexico, Mexico
It's hard to see the other side
But that don't keep me awake at night
I try to keep an open mind now, ay
I've seen enough and I'm heading out
I've had my share of this town
Come on now, it's time to leave
'Cause everyone's running wild, going for their guns
I don't know how we got here or where we should go
We could run far away and live under the sun
In Mexico, Mexico, whoa-oh, whoa, whoa
Everyone, running wild, going for their guns
I don't know how we got here or where we should go
We could run far away and live under the sun
In Mexico, Mexico
And everyone's running wild, going for their guns And I don't know how we got here or where we should go
We could run far away and live under the sun
In Mexico, Mexico, whoa-oh-oh, whoa
It's hard to see the other side
But that don't keep me awake at night
I try to keep an open mind now, ay
I've seen enough and I'm heading out
I've had my share of this town
Come on now, it's time to leave
'Cause everyone's running wild, going for their guns
I don't know how we got here or where we should go
We could run far away and live under the sun
In Mexico, Mexico, whoa-oh, whoa, whoa
Everyone, running wild, going for their guns
I don't know how we got here or where we should go
We could run far away and live under the sun
In Mexico, Mexico
And everyone's running wild, going for their guns And I don't know how we got here or where we should go
We could run far away and live under the sun
In Mexico, Mexico, whoa-oh-oh, whoa
