Tekster: Nine Days. Three. Mexico.

Hey!
Well, morning out of bed, the carpet?s red, well I know
The flood has started
The day goes so slow in below my head
I should have stayed in bed
My love, well I have lost
I paid the cost
I know I gotta get ahead
We?ll board a rendesvoux, the Spanish few
Well I drew a picture perfect path

So I die, We?d run
Though I haven?t seen it yet viva Mexico
Then I?d lie in my bed, in my bed

I?ve been battered, you?ve been shuttered, we?re both in tutters
I know it doesn?t matter
Well, my days and nights are cluttered
Well I?ve discovered I?m unkind
I think I better find
My love ??? and we could swear that we?d run
To a better place
So come round I?ll blow this town
Drinks are bound tip you down ????
Your hand in my hand

So I?d die, we?d run
Though I haven?t seen it yet viva Mexico
Then I?d lie in my bed, once again
So I?d die, we?d run
Though I haven?t seen it yet viva Mexico
And I?d lie in my bed, in my bed

Well, morning out of bed, the carpet?s red
Well, I know a flood has started
???? and we could swear that we?d run
And find a better place

So I?d die, we?d run
Though I haven?t seen it yet viva Mexico
Then I?d lie in my bed, once again

So I?d die, we?d run
Though I haven?t seen it yet viva Mexico
Then I?d lie in my bed, in my bed, once again
In my bed, once again
Mexico