Theres a lot I dont understand
Theres so much that I dont know
Lately, Ive been thinkin bout the wild gods of Mexico
Mr. Campbell says they was feathered serpents
Highly revered a 1000 years ago
Now a days, nobody much recalls the wild gods of Mexico
Hearsays got em viscous and vain
Demanding blood and flesh and bone
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
Drained the blood into a wooden cup
For the wild gods of Mexico
Now theres a lot I dont understand
Theres so much I dont know
Someday soon Ill tell my son about the wild gods of Mexico
Someday soon Ill tell my son about the wild gods of Mexico