Senor
Senor, senor, can you tell me 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 keepmy eyes glued to the door?Will there be any comfort there, senor?
There's a wicked windstill blowin' on that upper deckThere's an iron crossstill hanging down from around her neck.There's a marchin' bandstill playin' in that vacant lotWhere she held me in her armsone 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 rememberbefore I stripped and kneeledWas that trainload of foolsbogged down in a magnetic field.A gypsy with a broken flagand a flashing ringSaid, "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?