Twelve heads in a bag, left on the side of the road

Found in a country God no longer knows

Twelve heads in a bag, I swear I read it yesterday

Buried like the others on page 27A

Twelve heads in a bag, lost count to my dismay

Fifty-three hundred must have all got in the way

Some of them down on the pass in old Guerrero state

Where one man's back porch is another's graveyard fate

Da-da-dum, da-da-dum, da-da-dum

Twelve heads in a bag, screaming out, 'What did they do?'

Wrapped up like garbage, be thankful it ain't you

Found a few in Chiapas, down in Juarez, too

Where the girls lost are faceless, and the killers where no shoes

Twelve heads in a bag, pending family notification

Short military haircuts, cartel retailation

"For every one you take," the note said, "Man, we'll take ten."

On the road into this city the machete always wins

Da-da-dum, da-da-dum, da-da-dum

Twelve heads in a bag, eight soldier barely boys

Tortured and shot up, you know boys will be boys

Oh, the Mexican authorities were offended or so they say

At the sight of a cartoon that ran on Christmas day

Da-da-dum, da-da-dum, da-da-dum

Words and music by Hector Saldana, Copyright 2008.