Mexico Lyrics

I'm headed down to Mexico

In a stolen car

I'm headed down to Mexico

I might not get too far

Cuz I'm a fugitive

Cuz I'm a fugitive

From Justice

I don't know how it happened

The gun just went off in my hand

I blew a hole right through a man

I'm a casual killer

I'm a casual killer

With a clean conscience

I'm crashing those gates of heaven

St. Peter get clear

I'm crashing those gates of heaven

With a twelve-pack of Mexican beer

I'm a penitent sinner

I'm a penitent sinner

The engine strained on the final traces of gasoline

Before I rolled to a stop

I stepped out leaned on the open door

And looked to the horizon

At first, it was nothing but desert rocks and brush

As far as the eye could see

But then as if a curtain was pulled back

My eyes fell upon a desert craves

Filled with the abandoned rusted shells of hundreds of makes and models

I leaned down

Put it in neutral

And added one more to the collection

As I peered out into the open grave

My mind's eye was opened

And I saw the steady stream of my predecessor

Each one rolling to a stop

And feeding the desert mouth

In that moment awareness filled me

I am not the first to seek asylum in the borders of Mexico

And I won't be the last