Wild Gods of Mexico

Album: Snake Farm

Wild Gods of Mexico

 

There’s a lot I don’t understand

There’s so much that I don’t know

Lately I’ve been thinking about

The wild gods of Mexico

 

Mr. Campbell say there’s feathered serpents

Highly revered a thousand years ago

Now days nobody much recalls

The wild gods of Mexico

 

Hearsay’s got’em viscous and vain

Demanding blood and flesh and bones

Sacrifice was what it was

For the wild gods of Mexico

 

The woman I love desired a child

She abandoned hope as we grew old

In desperation I swore an oath

To the wild gods of Mexico

 

With conviction and for recompense

I took a dog and I cut its’ throat

I drained its’ blood into a wooden cup

For the wild gods of Mexico

 

Now there’s a lot I don’t understand

There’s so much that I don’t know

Someday soon I’ll tell my son about the wild gods of Mexico

Someday soon I’ll tell my son about the wild gods of Mexico