(Willcox / Bogen / Bush / Francis)

We are the mummies of Mexico
We live in a glass house

We are the mummies of Mexico
We live in our glass house
Among Guanajuato,
Mexico, Mexico

Forgive my begging lunacy,
We crave identity –
Forgive my begging lunacy,
We crave identity

Our faces have grown so thin
Our skins are cold to touch,
Our minds are twice as wise
As they have ever been

My bones crave identity,
Our remains float on your memory,
Tormented voices through the skirting board of
Mexico, Mexico

Forgive my begging lunacy,
We crave identity –
Forgive my begging lunacy,
We crave identity

We are the mummies of Guanajuato,
We are all asleep
Only Guanajuato knows what happened here
Mexico!