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  • Текст песни That Handsome Devil - Mexico

    Исполнитель: That Handsome Devil
    Название песни: Mexico
    Дата добавления: 30.05.2016 | 00:25:17
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    Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy
    I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting
    Along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies
    It pulled away, and nobody's waving

    C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
    Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart

    We die, muchacho, vamonos

    I'm goin' down to Mexico

    I'm goin' down to Mexico
    Down to Mexico, oh
    I'm going down to Mexico
    Down to Mexico, oh

    We banditos
    Cheap gold sheep's wool
    Six-pack of Keystone
    Lookin' like street folk
    We don't need no
    Power to the people
    Heatstroke, chico
    One, two, three, four

    We banditos
    Six-pack of Keystone
    Smellin' like street folk
    Keen-o, chico
    I can see so
    Good, I think it's heatstroke
    Outside, inline
    At the bus depot

    We die, muchachos, vamamos

    I'm goin' down to Mexico

    I'm goin' down to Mexico
    Down to Mexico, oh
    I'm goin' down Mexico
    Down to Mexico, oh

    Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy
    I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting
    Along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies
    It pulled and nobody's waving

    C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
    Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart

    We die, muchacho, vamamos
    I'm goin' down to Mexico

    I'm goin' down to Mexico
    Down to Mexico, oh
    I'm goin' down to Mexico
    Down to Mexico, oh

    We banditos
    Cheap gold sheep's wool
    Six-pack of Keystone
    Lookin' like street folk
    We don't need no
    Power to the people
    Heatstroke, chico
    One, two, three, four

    We banditos
    Six-pack of Keystone
    Smellin' like street folk
    Keen-o, chico
    I can see so
    Good, I think it's heatstroke
    Outside, inline
    At the bus depot

    C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
    Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart

    C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
    Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart

    C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart (bullet in my heart)
    Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart (Lie me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart)

    (To be alone is to live in a frightening world. A place where fears and insecurities can eat away like acid at the confused mind. There are many such young people today - afterthoughts of broken homes and selfish, unthinking parents. The young can grow like seeking roots in tortured, twisted ways.)

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