I took a trip down to Mexico. 

I tried to find my hairless dog.

I was searching in every crevice, when something strange came out of the fog.



I heard a scream - can this be. 

This woman she had no head

I turned, something grabbed me.

How was I to know this was the day of the dead?



I saw this hand just like a reptile, I heard a ripping of my clothes

Almost naked I broke free to see her skull looking down at me.



I heard a scream - can this be. 

This woman she had no head.

I turned, something grabbed me.

How was I to know this was the day of the dead?



Now I'm buried down in Mexico. 

These women they suck my blood.

Now I wonder must I stay rotting here in a shallow grave.



I screamed - what can this be there's a scratching from above

What do I see in the moonlight, it was Tex my hairless dog.