We have open alcohol aboard
This high speed tin box that we can afford
With pirate treasure heavy in tow
Laughing all the way to Mexico

We have demons that we're leaving home
Debt collectors out to get our bones
Drowned out now by our new rodeo
Laughing all the way to Mexico

Here we stand on sacred land
With quick sand baths and beds
Run with cartel animals
Now we run again

We find ourselves back outside the fence
Hiding from another government
Once again we've nowhere to go
So we sing to scour our souls
Laughing all the way from Mexico

2011 Copyright Fuzz and Carrie Sangiovanni