You were a k**er 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