Mexico - Santeria

You were a killer down in Mexico

Watching John the Baptist drown

With the Angel of Guadalupe

Whispering in your ear

All the lonesome songs the hopeless sing

A crown of thorns in her mouth

You were sinking fast, you were fixed & free

And holier than thou

Like a ghost on a sinking ship

An eternity from land

With your Houdini Scholarship Ticket

Tossed over the rail

You were warned like the rest of us

You was born to be had

You were Jesse James in the mirror

You were sad like a lamb

And all the saviors

In the market place

Were looking for an out

Cuz when you burn a trail

To the Promised Land

Might have to lay your body down

In Old Mexico

We were busted ‘fore they hit the door

You were lost and I was damned

You cursing the day I was born

And I was learning to laugh

All the bent spokes of wheels, broke

The walls around us slammed

The cuffs for coke, the weed just smoke

Born on the Day of the Dead

In old Mexico