Wild Gods of Mexico

There? s a lot I don? t understand
There? s so much that I don? t know
Lately, I? ve been thinkin? ?bout the wild gods of Mexico
Mr. Campbell says they was feathered serpents
Highly revered a 1000 years ago
Now a days, nobody much recalls the wild gods of Mexico
Hearsay? s got? em viscous and vain
Demanding blood and flesh and bone
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
Drained the blood into a wooden cup
For the wild gods of Mexico
Now there? s a lot I don? t understand
There? s so much 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