Jesus Christ the Nahuatl boy Born in a intercourse on the fourth gear of July Gave me a gondola besides a Virgin Mary defenseless on the posterior Barefoot at night on the invasion Fireworks flowering above in the sky I never knew I was given the best one from the deck He never wanted nothing I remember Maybe a broken bottle if I had two Hanging behind his holy even temper Hiding the more unholy things I do Jesus the Mexican boy Gave me a ride on the back of his bike Out to the fair though I welched on a $5 bet Drunk on Calliope songs We met a home-wrecking carnival girl He's never asked for a favor or the money yet Jesus the Mexican boy Born in a truck on the 4th of July I fell in love with his sister unrepentantly Fearing he wouldn't approve We made a lie that was feeble at best Boarded a train bound for Vegas and married secretly I never gave him nothing I remember Maybe a broken bottle if I had two Hanging behind his holy even temper Hiding the more unholy things I do Jesus the Mexican boy Wearing a long desert trip on his tie Lo and behold he was standing under the welcome sign Naked the Judas in me Fell by the tracks but he lifted me high Kissing my head like a brother and never asking why - Ducreux