Mexican Moonshine

like a bullet shattered darkness

the southern witch appears

to fill my head with thirst

for the taste of just one tear

the heat of blazing eyes

burns my heart to coals

she’s got me where she wants me

one drink short of her soul

my eyes trace the contours

of the tattoos on her skin

that lead within the confines

of the glory born to men

night after night I follow

a slave to this thirst

I pray that she will heal me

as my face falls to the dirt

yo soy, yo soy

sangre de la luna

ella canta

she sings

listen to the song she sings

chorus:

Mexican moonshine

I’m servin out my time

in this god forsaken place

she circles my shadow

but I never touch her face

still she holds me

in the web she has spun

painting all her colors

in my world devoid of sun

yo soy, yo soy

sangre de la luna

lloró al Diablo

she sings

whoa she sings