Senor, senor, do you know where we´re headin´? Lincoln County Road or Armageddon? Seems like I´ve 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 blowing on that upper deck There´s an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck There´s a marching band still playing in that vacant lot Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not."
Oh senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon Smell the tail of the dragon And I 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 He said, "Son, this ain´t a dream no more. It´s the real thing."
Senor, senor, you know their hearts are 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