Mexico

My baby loves her talisman and her holy ghost

My baby loves her moonshine and the urchins smoke

She loves voodoo swamp angels under cypress groves

But my baby she don’t love me no more

My baby loves her addiction and her stolen pearls

Loves her conviction to a frozen world

She loves drunk alley’s telephones

But my baby she don’t love me no more

My baby loves her monkey and her burglars wine

My baby loves her dungeoun and matters of time

She loves blood red roses in December snow

But my baby she don’t love me no more

My baby loves her dogma and her scarecrow Christ

My baby loves her slavery and it’s price

She loves two bit miracles and shapeless souls

But my baby she don’t love me no more

My baby loves the city and her social crutch

My baby loves her cop and his brutal touch

My baby loves my money and Mexico

But my baby she don’t love me no more