Mexican Moonshine

like a bullet shattered darkness
the southern witch appears
to fill my head with thirst
for the taste of just one tear
the heat of blazing eyes
burns my heart to coals
she’s got me where she wants me one drink short of her soul
my eyes trace the contours
of the tattoos on her skin
that lead within the confines
of the glory born to men
night after night I follow
a slave to this thirst
I pray that she will heal me as my face falls to the dirt
yo soy, yo soy
sangre de la luna
ella canta
she sings
listen to the song she sings
chorus:
Mexican moonshine
I’m servin out my time
in this god forsaken place
she circles my shadow
but I never touch her face
still she holds me in the web she has spun
painting all her colors
in my world devoid of sun
yo soy, yo soy
sangre de la luna
llor? al Diablo
she sings
whoa she sings