Mexico from Daeodon by Daeodon

One by one, they’ll come running
Down the road, after me
If only they knew I’d be coming
Oh if only they could see

But they’ll settle for less, keep searching for more
Someday you’ll find the truth might find it’s, way to your door

Going Down
To Mexico
Tied up and bound in the back seat
Been beat down, kicked around
Washed my clothes in gasoline
A hotel, with a prize to sell
And a lady with a diamond ring

One by one, they came running
Down the road, for what I stoe
If only I knew they’d be gunning
Oh if only I knew she told

But they’ll settle for less, keep searching for more
Someday you’ll find the truth might find it’s, way to your door

Going Down
To Mexico
Tied up and bound in the back seat
Been beat down, kicked around
Washed my clothes in gasoline
A hotel, with a prize to sell
And a lady with a diamond ring

• Hard Rock
• Rock
• alt rock
• slow metal
• stoner rock
• Victoria