Here are the complete lyrics of the song "The Mexican" by Betty Moon, including background, meaning, and song info.
The Mexican by Betty Moon Gold Fernandez, sleeping on the gun Dreams of Santa Ana, fighting in the sun Guns so loud from all sides, makes it hard to dream A blue that's falling hard and fast, makes it all seem real Mourning, cold morning The chico’s gotta have his share Morning, sad morning Sad and must be bad Mourning, sad morning When I laughed and I cried And I cried, cried, cried, cried, cried Mourning, sad morning Back to gray Single leaders fighting, chico come on home Santa Ana's losing, you'll be first to go Samuel is laughing, Davy Crockett too When they take the Alamo, the first to go is you Mourning, oh morning The chico’s gotta have his share Mourning, sad morning Heaven will be fair Mourning, sad morning When alive and alive Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Sad, sad mourning Sad, sad mourning Sad It’s a sad Sad mourning It’s a sad Sad morning
The song "The Mexican" by Betty Moon is often interpreted as a reflection on emotional struggles, inner pain, and raw self-expression. The lyrics dive into personal feelings and vulnerability.
Betty Moon is an emerging artist known for emotional and expressive music, often categorized under underground hip-hop or pop.
You can stream the song on platforms such as Spotify, YouTube, SoundCloud, and Apple Music.
There may be unofficial uploads on YouTube, but Betty Moon has not released an official music video at the time of writing.