Senor

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, it~s 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?

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?