Mummies - Toyah

We are the mummies of Mexico

We live in a glass house

We are the mummies of Mexico

We live in our glass house

Among Guanajuato

Mexico, Mexico…

Forgive my begging lunacy

We crave identity —

Forgive my begging lunacy

We crave identity

Our faces have grown so thin

Our skins are cold to touch

Our minds are twice as wise

As they have ever been

My bones crave identity

Our remains float on your memory

Tormented voices through the skirting board of

Mexico, Mexico…

Forgive my begging lunacy

We crave identity —

Forgive my begging lunacy

We crave identity

We are the mummies of Guanajuato

We are all asleep

Only Guanajuato knows what happened here

Mexico!