You were a k**er down in Mexico Watching John the Baptist drown With the Angel of Guadalupe Whispering in your ear All the lonesome songs the hopeless sing A crown of thorns in her mouth You were sinking fast, you were fixed & free And holier than thou Like a ghost on a sinking ship An eternity from land With your Houdini Scholarship Ticket Tossed over the rail You were warned like the rest of us You was born to be had You were Jesse James in the mirror You were sad like a lamb And all the saviors In the market place Were looking for an out Cuz when you burn a trail To the Promised Land Might have to lay your body down In Old Mexico We were busted ‘fore they hit the door You were lost and I was damned You cursing the day I was born And I was learning to laugh All the bent spokes of wheels, broke The walls around us slammed The cuffs for coke, the weed just smoke Born on the Day of the Dead In old Mexico