How I Came to Mexico

I robbed a bank
and got away…
so now I’m free
down Mexico way.

The feds can’t touch me,
I’m off the grid.
My friend erased me,
The Computer Kid.

I thumb my nose
at the Status Quo:
paranoid robots
that really blow.

I have no future,
The past is gone…
I’m a perfect hippie,
right on, right on!

Let them build a New World Order,
a house of cards on a bed of sand.
I laugh on the way to fiesta,
I sing to them in their sleep.

I am the nail that brings
their kingdom down.
I am the butterfly in Japan.
I am the thing they can’t control,
because they don’t know what I am.
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