With the hail that sounds stiffly On this fragile, old mountain A Mexican ritual like coins in a fountain And I'm apologizing, apologizing for being here North of Teotihuacan, Temple Moon and Sun Would sit immigrant flower protecting what's left Of his dangerous hipness, His unshakable disbelief But a candle, it is lit With the fire from the spit While the Americans all go running naked around a tree There's nothing stranger than what's here And I'm in danger, I fear, Of the world becoming a little too weird for me I could call upon New York, could call upon London Digesting peyote with a stomach all shrunk Like an ambassador humming to a native drum drumming Boom-beep Or like a crazy, dead elephant who didn't trust the water I'm thinking of ways now to forget the slaughter For truth holds the hand of a foreign land But an American don't need no more company Fast approaching opinion On the runway a plane lands And let's off a herd, which desires destination But goes jumping from stone to stone to stone to tree And when home across the border, this fast food reporter Writes words like a vampire And he slurs for a short while And he sums it all up, it's the meat from the pup that's intriguing And a candle, it is lit With the fire from the spit While the Americans all go running naked around a tree There's nothing stranger than what's here And I'm in danger, I fear, Of the world becoming a little too weird for me