Senor, senor, do you know where we´re 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?
There´s a wicked wind still blowin´ on that upper deck, There´s an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck. There´s 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. Can´t 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 ain´t a dream no more, it´s 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. I´m ready when you are, senor.
Senor, senor, let´s disconnect these cables, Overturn these tables.
This place don´t make sense to me no more. Can you tell me what we´re waiting for, senor?
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