Mexico

(álbum: Wild Life - 2013)

This home, these lights,
A vision of my destruction.
This life of mine,
A prison of my construction.

So with my hands in my pockets and a hole in my soul,
Burn this house to the ground and hit the road
Say oh Lord, here we go!
I'm making my way down to Mexico.

Oh! Oooh!
Mexico!

This heart, these lies,
Decisions of my destruction.
Across the lines,
No limit to my corruption.

So with my hands in my pockets and a hole in my soul,
Burn this house to the ground and hit the road
Say oh Lord, here we go!
I'm making my way down to Mexico.

Oh! Oooh!
Mexico!
Oh! Oooh!
Mexico!

Before I die,
I smile like I'm joking.
But I'm still alive,
Wide-eyed and choking.

So with my hands in my pocket and a hole in my soul,
Burn this house to the ground and hit the road
Saying oh Lord, here we go!
I'm making my way down to Mexico.

Oh! Oooh!
Mexico!
Oh! Oooh!
Mexico!
Oh! Oooh!
Mexico!
Oh! Oooh!
Mexico!