Testo Mexico City Christmas

Slammin' on my brakes in front of a cop,
I never broke the law, came to a full stop.
Face smeared with make-up, I look like a clown,
The insincere laughter is getting me down.
The scattered remains of my family don't talk,
I guess I learned to be before I learned to walk.
Now I'm making up for lost time,
And I don't know if I can turn it round on a dime.
So, pull out the wires and shoot at the lights
Cause I'm lost in a dream and I can't breath at these heights.

(Aye-aye-aye-aye)