Mexico city (city)
A place you can go
And live your life in the low
Mexico city (city)
A place where you can hide
And everything will be tight
They want me on a murder rap which violates my probations
Ain't no fucking way I'm staying here with what I'm facing
Sold my car to a junk yard
And bought a one-way bus ride
Take me across the border I'll cool out and hide
After 80 wicked hours of stale they hit the last stop
Threw me out the bus left me standing there hasta
Turned and started walking tell me what is there to see
Everything was all in Spanish but the sign "Welcome to Mexico City"
Mexico city (city)
A place you can go
And live your life in the low (OK)
Mexico city (city)
A place where you can hide
And everything will be tight (alright)
Maybe I can fetch a job, find a wife and start a family
In M-E-X-I-C-O C-I-T-Y
Maybe I can learn Spanish cause nobody is understanding me
In M-E-X-I-C-O C-I-T-Y
Maybe I can get a place, settle down and try to blend in
In M-E-X-I-C-O C-I-T-Y
Maybe I can just relax, be myself and quit pretending
In M-E-X-I-C-O C-I-T-Y
You can say harbor bay or south Monterey
Even islands off the map within their dead sea passageways
Don't fucking matter man from Pakistan to chuck e. cheeses
From the Ramada in Granada I do far as the equater reaches
Virginia beaches, Saskatoon, Cancoon, the Blue Lagoon, from desert sanddunes metropolis is
To the boones
From pueblo north cakalaki back to Waikiki
They searching high and low for me
But I'm in Mexico City
Mexico city (city)
A place you can go
And live your life in the low (OK)
Mexico city (city)
A place where you can hide
And everything will be tight (alright)
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