Testo Mexico

Nothing left, nowhere to go
I'm gonna fly to Mexico
Bass guitar and nobody's home
I'm gonna fly to Mexico
Feral, feral animal
Buy a ticket, it's time to go
Nothing for you here, I know
Another kind of nothing in Mexico

I was born to die alone
Souls for holes and hole for a soul
Extra virgin vodka soda
One for here and one for the road
I ain't never been here before
All the same people, all the same stores
Nobody here and nobody at home
And I'd be nobody in Mexico