WEST MEXICO

 

West Mexico just feels so empty to me

Beautiful people sunning themselves

We've smoked up everything in town

We look like walking trash

Makes me and Charlene laugh

I want to fuck her in the sand

I want to fuck her in the sand

I want to fuck her in the sand

We're getting out of here, man

We're off to Asia

 

West Mexico feels a bit sadder to me

Like a barroom brawl in a library

Like a fish stuck up in a tree

Like somebody else's memories

Flashing straight through me

West Mexico seems so selfish to me

It's the edge of life to dreams

It's the edge of life to dreams

It's the edge of life to dreams

It's the edge of life in my dreams

And I see the lions on the shore

Like Poppa and the Old Man had done before

And I wonder "are they starting to roar

Or are they just starting to snore?"

Release me release me release me release me 

 

West Mexico I'm too tired to see

What's surrounding me

What's surrounding me

What's surrounding me

What's surrounding me?

Release me release me release me release me

 

Dave - guitars, vocals, harmonica

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums, percussion

Ian - mastering