Senor
Senor
Can you tell me where we heading?
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's hiding?
How long are we gonna be riding?
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
Will there be any comfort here, 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 their vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one time and said forget what we got
Senor
Senor
I can see the painted wagon
Smell the tail of a dragon
Can~t stand the suspense anymore
Can you tell me who to contact here, Senor?
Well the last thing I remember before they stripped and kneeled
Was a train load of fools born down in a Maganatic field
The gypsy, where he broke a pike and a flashing ring
He say, Son this ain't a dream no more, its the real thing
Senor
Senor
You know their hearts here are hard as leather
Well give me a minute, let me get it together
Just gotta pick myself up off the floor
I~m ready when you are, Senor?
Another Instrumental like the First Instrumental
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?