Mason My Mexican Nightmare Lyrics

Es que? why?... He'll ease our way. Try to oar your way back to shore alone. How many rowboats do you need? Bazooka here, bazooka there, you get around. You'll sink rowboat style like it's going out of style, but when it's green, you go, you go, Bazooka here, bazooka there, you get around. You're so wild, you're all the rage. Being naked all the time, somethings never change, but somethings do. You weren't good at dancing only bruising. 20 minute redlights show how good we are at choosing.
Take me on a wild goosechase and we'll ride the carousel around, around, around, around. Up and down, feel the flow... oh. That's not fair. But when it's green you go, you go, Bazooka here, bazooka there, you get around.
Bottoms up, bottoms up, where's my bazooka? It's shakened but it's not stirred. If I want games I'll ask everyone for your name. Babe you are fired, nice form, a little rough on the landing. You may have to settle for the bronze. And gold? We don't talk about this for the 140th time. So you can crash your Apache helicopter into the river where a greenlight is on a dock across the water. So say it doesn't matter. I'm just across the river with an umbrella in my drink waiting for you... waiting for me. Is it right to suppose you did?