Mexico City Blues Deux - Chorus Iv - Poem by Leonardo Diaz
Hurray for Goths, Hare Krishnas
and Dancing Aztecs!
I am Wolfgang, Duke of Condesa
Bienvenidos a Chilangolandia! ! !
Are you like me?
Perhaps on a runaway train to Hell?
Join me for a foray into salacious decadence
Breakfast in Bed is really just a metaphor here.
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