Kills, The
M.E.X.I.C.O.C.U
Running into trouble, running into trouble
You got heavenly eyes, a thousand highs.
Always on a mission it's not lovin' it's not kissin'
it's the heavenly ride
You still got wheels, kid.
If I go missing don't you worry for me
I'm just writing my side of the story
Just like Jackie, I'm biting my lips, scoring my mind with whatever I can find
I'm going down the coast to M.E.X.I.C.O...see you.
I'm going down the coast to M.E.X.I.C.O...see you.
From Letras Mania