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