Senor, senor, do you know where were headin?

Lincoln county road or armageddon?

Seems like I been down this way before.

Is there any truth in that, senor?



Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin?

How long are we gonna be ridin?

How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?

Will there be any comfort there, senor?



Theres a wicked wind still blowin on that upper deck,

Theres an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck.

Theres a marchin band still playin in that vacant lot

Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "forget me not."



Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon,

I can smell the tail of the dragon.

Cant stand the suspense anymore.

Can you tell me who to contact here, senor?



Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled

Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field.

A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring said,

"son, this aint a dream no more, its the real thing."



Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather.

Well, give me a minute, let me get it together.

I just gotta pick myself up off the floor.

Im ready when you are, senor.



Senor, senor, lets disconnect these cables,

Overturn these tables.

This place dont make sense to me no more.

Can you tell me what were waiting for, senor?
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