Wild Gods Of Mexico

(album: Snake Farm - 2006)

There's a lot I don't understand
There's so much that I don't know
Lately I've been thinking about
The wild gods of Mexico

Mr. Campbell say there's feathered serpents
Highly revered a thousand years ago
Now days nobody much recalls
The wild gods of Mexico

Hearsay's got 'em viscous and vain
Demanding blood and flesh and bones
Sacrifice was what it was
For the wild gods of Mexico

The woman I love desired a child
She abandoned hope as we grew old
In desperation I swore an oath
To the wild gods of Mexico

With conviction and for recompense
I took a dog and I cut its' throat
I drained its' blood into a wooden cup
For the wild gods of Mexico

Now there's a lot I don't understand
There's so much that I don't know
Someday soon I'll tell my son about the wild gods of Mexico
Someday soon I'll tell my son about the wild gods of Mexico