Many years ago came a man from Mexico
And while on the run he made the roads burn.
He mounted his bike and he left into the dirt,
Leaving no note of his eventual return.
While driving around, he heard a strange sound.
It was a loud shout; he went to check it out.
His feet started pacing, making circles in the sand;
His heart started racing, there was blood on his hand.
Chorus:
Going through hell, he’s in search for the prize,
He will find it at last and everything will be O. K.
Going through hell, looking for the surprise,
He will find it at last and everything will be O. K.
In the middle of the desert he was looking for a treasure.
When he heard a sly laugh, he stopped dead in his tracks.
His eyes opened wide and his breath stopped short.
Sitting on the bike was the Devil’s own escort.
Chorus:
Going through hell, he’s in search for the prize,
He will find it at last and everything will be O. K.
Going through hell, looking for the surprise,
He will find it at last and everything will be O. K.