Mummies

We are the mummies of Mexico
We live in a glass house
We are the mummies of Mexico
We live in our glass house
Among Guanajuato
Mexico, Mexico…
Forgive my begging lunacy
We crave identity —
Forgive my begging lunacy
We crave identity
Our faces have grown so thin
Our skins are cold to touch
Our minds are twice as wise
As they have ever been
My bones crave identity
Our remains float on your memory
Tormented voices through the skirting board of
Mexico, Mexico…
Forgive my begging lunacy
We crave identity —
Forgive my begging lunacy
We crave identity
We are the mummies of Guanajuato
We are all asleep
Only Guanajuato knows what happened here
Mexico!