In Mexico
I went for a walk to inhale
The tranquil, cool, lover’s air
I could taste a trace
Of American chemical waste
And the small voice said
“What can we do?”

In Mexico
I went for a walk to inhale
The tranquil, cool, lover’s air
I could sense the hate
of the lonestar state
And a small voice said
“What can we do?”

It seems if you’re rich
And you’re white
You think youre so right
I just don’t see why this should be so
If you’re rich and you’re white
You think youre so right
I just don’t see why this should be so.

In Mexico
I lay on the grass
And I cried my heart out
For want of my love
Oh, for want of my love
Oh, for want of my love