Mexico

Maybe we could talk about it
Talk of all the shit that you bring
Maybe we could talk it
Talk of when you were watching colors
They changed
I don’t think I jumped it all
It just seemed the right thing to do
To watch him die in Mexico
While the others kissed
And the blood was flowing through their mouths
But please try to hurry
Cause it’s getting dark
And it’s getting cold
And everyone is dancing
They turn and turn
And everyone is dancing
They turn and turn
The sky is your head
Your head is a creep
You’ll drown in the chances
You’ll eat with defeat / the feet
You changed
But please try to hurry
Cause it’s getting dark
And it’s getting cold
And everyone is dancing
They turn and turn
And everyone is dancing
They turn and turn
You cried for so long
Maybe it’s time to dance
But pigs don’t know no romance
You tried to dance but you could not follow the speed
You just stood there and screamed