[Verse 1]

Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy

I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting

Along come a bus with a bunk full of 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

[Pre-Chorus]

We die, muchacho, vamonos

I'm goin' down to Mexico

[Chorus]

I'm goin' down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)

Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

I'm going down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)

Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

[Verse 2]

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

Keno, chico

I can see so good, I think it's heatstroke

Outside, inline at the bus depot

[Pre-Chorus]

We die, muchacho, vamonos

I'm goin' down to Mexico

[Chorus]

I'm goin' down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)

Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

I'm going down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)

Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

[Verse 1]

Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy

I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting

Along come a bus with a bunk full of 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

[Pre-Chorus]

We die, muchacho, vamonos

I'm goin' down to Mexico

[Chorus]

I'm goin' down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)

Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

I'm going down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)

Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

[Verse 2]

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

Keno, chico

I can see so good, I think it's heatstroke

Outside, inline at the bus depot

[Outro]

C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart (Ay, ay ay!)

Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart (Ay, ay ay!)

C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart (Ay, ay ay!)

Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart (Ay, ay ay!)

C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart (Ay, ay ay!)

Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart (Ay, ay ay!)

[Spoken]

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