Senor (Tales of Yankee Power)

Señor, Señor Can you tell me where we heading? Lincoln County Road or Armageddon? Seems like I've been down this way before Is there any truth in that, Señor? Señor, Señor 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, Señor? There's a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck There's an iron cross still hanging 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" Señor, Señor I can see the painted wagon Smell the tail of a dragon I can't stand the suspense anymore Can you tell me who to contact here, Señor? Well the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled Was a train load full of fools bogged down in a Magnetic field And a gypsy, with a broken flag and a flashing ring He says "son this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing" Señor, Señor You know their hearts are hard as leather Give me a minute, let me get it together Gotta pick myself up off the floor I'm ready when you are, Señor Señor, Señor 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, Señor? Seems like I've been down this way before Is there any truth in that, Señor?