It was Dia de los Muertos, down in Mexico
In the dark someone was screaming like they'd lost their very soul
I was playing Texas f***'em with gusanos, pimps, and thieves
They were holding all the aces, they were all armed to the teeth
God d*** that b****** Bondeurant, he left me in the lurch
Surrounded by los cerdos, and holed up in a church
With a quick 'Al Cuba Libre' he bid a fond farewell
Headed north to San Deigo, and left me here in hell
I awoke so full of mescal I could barely find my feet
Joined the funeral procession as it wound on down the street
With a sheet around my shoulders, and skull-paint on my face
I wandered out of town and right past the police
Now it's north to San Diego, sweating out my sins
They'll be ice skating in hell before I pass this way again
With the tombstone and the crucifix, knives and sugar skulls
On Dia de los Muertos, down in Mexico
In the dark someone was screaming like they'd lost their very soul
I was playing Texas f***'em with gusanos, pimps, and thieves
They were holding all the aces, they were all armed to the teeth
God d*** that b****** Bondeurant, he left me in the lurch
Surrounded by los cerdos, and holed up in a church
With a quick 'Al Cuba Libre' he bid a fond farewell
Headed north to San Deigo, and left me here in hell
I awoke so full of mescal I could barely find my feet
Joined the funeral procession as it wound on down the street
With a sheet around my shoulders, and skull-paint on my face
I wandered out of town and right past the police
Now it's north to San Diego, sweating out my sins
They'll be ice skating in hell before I pass this way again
With the tombstone and the crucifix, knives and sugar skulls
On Dia de los Muertos, down in Mexico