Senor, senor, can you tell me where we're headin'?
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seem like I been down this way before.
Is there any truth in that, senor?
Senor, senor, do you know where she's hidin'?
How long are we gonna be ridin'?
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
Will there be any comfort there, senor?
There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck,
There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck.
There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot 
Where she held me in her arms one 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 remember before I stripped and kneeled 
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field. 
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring 
She said, "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing."
Senor, senor, you know their hearts they're 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 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?