Senor, senor, can you tell me where we're headin'? Lincoln County Road or Armageddon? Seem like I been down this way before Is there any truth in that, senor?
Senor, senor, do you know where she's 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 She said, "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing"
Senor, senor, you know their hearts they're 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 overturn these tables Disconnect these cables This place don't make sense to me no more Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
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