Verse 1:
I was fever held
Sick as a dog near dead
Sprawled out and only friends
With my couch
When something made me
Turn my head
And it vaguely
Reminded me of Mexico
-
(Of Mexico…)
Post-Verse:
Dust blown down criminal roads
Buck shot, cold killers and knives
Brought to you tonight
By
Mr. Tarantino!
Bridge:
(A round of applause!)
C’mon and give it up!
Lets give it up again!
C’mon now give it up
Let’s give it up again
For Mr. Tarantino…
Outro-Chorus-Hook:
The stoke of Midnight
Fell to my remote
As I counted all of the stars
That ain’t going to heaven
-
Tonight…
(Let’s give it up for Mr. Tarantino)