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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 From Letras Mania