Wild Gods of Mexico

There?s a lot I don?t understand
There?s so much that I don?t know
Lately, I?ve been thinkin? ?bout the wild gods of Mexico

Mr. Campbell says they was feathered serpents
Highly revered a 1000 years ago
Now a days, nobody much recalls the wild gods of Mexico

Hearsay?s got ?em viscous and vain
Demanding blood and flesh and bone
Sacrifice was what it was, for the wild gods of Mexico

The woman I love desired a child
She abandoned hope as we grew old

In desperation I swore an oath to the wild gods of Mexico

With conviction and for recompense
I took a dog and I cut its? throat
Drained the blood into a wooden cup
For the wild gods of Mexico

Now there?s a lot I don?t understand
There?s so much I don?t know
Someday soon I?ll tell my son about the wild gods of Mexico
Someday soon I?ll tell my son about the wild gods of Mexico