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