Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy

I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting

Along come a bus with a bunk full of 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 (Ay, ay ay!)

Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

I'm going down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)

Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

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

Keno, chico

I can see so good, I think it's heatstroke

Outside, inline at the bus depot

We die, muchacho, vamonos

I'm goin' down to Mexico

I'm goin' down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)

Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

I'm going down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)

Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy

I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting

Along come a bus with a bunk full of 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 (Ay, ay ay!)

Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

I'm going down to Mexico (Ay, ay ay!)

Down to Mexico, oh (Ay, ay ay!)

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

Keno, 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 (Ay, ay ay!)

Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart (Ay, ay ay!)

C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart (Ay, ay ay!)

Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart (Ay, ay ay!)

C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart (Ay, ay ay!)

Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart (Ay, ay ay!)

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