12 Rods
Mexico
The cutest thing I've found
It lies beneath my arms
It lies beneath my toes
It lies
But now it's good to know
She speaks in Mexico
Maybe behind her voice
She'll follow

I know she loves to see
Her being filled with me
In every way
But I'm not there

This voice inside my head
That cries another name
It tries to take the blame
To fall insane

But now that I am told
That deep in Mexico
There's a voice
That's all her own

Stolen goods to find
From deep inside my mind invited
Breeding ground of shame
Never go to Mexico
Never go to Mexico
Never go to Mexico
Never go to Mexico

I laugh because I cry
I laugh because I cry
I laugh because I cry

Now she's good to go
To lie in Mexico
It's her need
That made me sick

She's never coming back
You're never coming back
You're never coming back to me

Never go to Mexico
Never go to Mexico
Never go to Mexico
Never go to Mexico

I know she loves to see
Her being filled with me
In every way
But I'm not there
She's never coming back
You're never coming back
You're never coming back to me

Never go to Mexico
Never go to Mexico
Never go to Mexico
Never go to Mexico

Mexico
Mexico
Mexico
Mexico