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I took a trip down to Mexico.
I tried to find my hairless dog.
I was searching in every crevice, when something strange came out of the fog.
I heard a scream - can this be.
This woman she had no head
I turned, something grabbed me.
How was I to know this was the day of the dead?
I saw this hand just like a reptile, I heard a ripping of my clothes
Almost naked I broke free to see her skull looking down at me.
I heard a scream - can this be.
This woman she had no head.
I turned, something grabbed me.
How was I to know this was the day of the dead?
Now I'm buried down in Mexico.
These women they suck my blood.
Now I wonder must I stay rotting here in a shallow grave.
I screamed - what can this be there's a scratching from above
What do I see in the moonlight, it was Tex my hairless dog.
- Album:
- Gem Singles
- Work In Progress
- Universal
- Diminished Responsibility
- Brand New Age
- Quintessentials
- Miscellaneous
- Live From The Roxy, Volume 2
- Punk Lives!
- Sub Mission (best of 1982-98)
- Normal Service Resumed
- Warhead
- Crash Course (Live)
- White Dopes On Punk
- Live At the Roxy
- XXIV
- XXIV (Expanded Edition)
- The Punk Is Back
- Europe Calling
- It’s the Sensational 70’s, Volume 3