Senor
Senor
Can you me where we are heading
Lincoln County road or Armageddon
Seems I've never been down this road before
Is their any prove in that senor
Senor
Senor
Do you know where she's hiding,
How long am I gonna be riding
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door
Will their be any comfort there senor
There's a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck
There's an iron cross still hanging down
From around her neck.
Marching band still playing in that vacant lot
Will she held me in her arms one night
Say forget me not
Senor
Senor
I can see that painted wagon
I can Smell that tail of the dragon
I can't stand the suspense there anymore
Can you tell me who to contact there, senor
Last thing I remember before I strip down kneel
Was that train load of fools locked down in a magnetic field
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
Say son this ain't no dream no more is a real thing
Senor
Senor
You know their heart here is hard as leather
Give me a minute let me get it together
I just gotta pick myself off the floor
And I'm ready when you are, senor
Senor
Senor
Let's overturn this tables, disconnect this cables
This place don't make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we are waiting for, senor.
