As I moved through the crowd, I came onto a adobe hut. In this hut was a white statue of the virgin mary and she was bleeding from her eyes. She was covered with flowers and the smells were overwhelming. It was the most beautiful thing I ever seen.
I was born in a swamp
In a summer spawned of the hottest heat
My father was a roamin’ tramp
My mother was a gypsy sweet
I was conceived in the summer sun
They say they felt their hearts give way
When mine began to take shape