Mexico City

I'm sick of the same old city, the same old streets
The same big people with little defeats
The same old country
My whole damn life
The same, same, similar, and the kind of like

I'm going to Mexico City
Oh, I'm sick of the snow and I'm sick of pity
I want somewhere I'm sure of
Or at least some place that I've heard of
Like Mexico City

I'm going to Mexico City
Oh, I hope that it's dangerous and pretty
I want somewhere I can get lost
And some placе I might pay a big cost
Like Mexico City