Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast, to
Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do
Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought 'em
Baby's hungry and the money's all gone.
The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone.
She gets a long letter, sends back a postcard, times are hard.
Woah, down in Mexico, I never really been so I don't really know.
And oh, Mexico, I guess I'll have to go now.