Ray Wiley Hubbard - 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


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