| 作曲 : Swalinkavich | |
| There was Zombi, there was Chino | |
| There was Jimmy and Chiarakaparos | |
| We agreed to split the stuff up | |
| At a Mexican funeral in Paris | |
| Don Alvaro, Jose Sanchez | |
| Bathed in Holy water | |
| Said a silent adios to his lovely daughters | |
| To his sons and to the killers | |
| A scar, tattoo, a blood line scorned | |
| Revenge the only game | |
| Father McGreer arrived with the gear | |
| Had a chat and a bit of a smoke | |
| He initiated me into | |
| The Church of the Holy Spook | |
| He said, "Death will follow anywhere | |
| Until it's found its plan" | |
| Then he laughed and waved goodbye | |
| And said, "Stay lucky while you can" | |
| Machine gun fire split the silent | |
| Softness of the day | |
| Five wetback jerks in tuxes | |
| Got fucking blown away | |
| I thought I was Chiarakaparos | |
| First time I've been | |
| Maybe not the last | |
| To a Mexican funeral in Paris |
| zuo qu : Swalinkavich | |
| There was Zombi, there was Chino | |
| There was Jimmy and Chiarakaparos | |
| We agreed to split the stuff up | |
| At a Mexican funeral in Paris | |
| Don Alvaro, Jose Sanchez | |
| Bathed in Holy water | |
| Said a silent adios to his lovely daughters | |
| To his sons and to the killers | |
| A scar, tattoo, a blood line scorned | |
| Revenge the only game | |
| Father McGreer arrived with the gear | |
| Had a chat and a bit of a smoke | |
| He initiated me into | |
| The Church of the Holy Spook | |
| He said, " Death will follow anywhere | |
| Until it' s found its plan" | |
| Then he laughed and waved goodbye | |
| And said, " Stay lucky while you can" | |
| Machine gun fire split the silent | |
| Softness of the day | |
| Five wetback jerks in tuxes | |
| Got fucking blown away | |
| I thought I was Chiarakaparos | |
| First time I' ve been | |
| Maybe not the last | |
| To a Mexican funeral in Paris |
| zuò qǔ : Swalinkavich | |
| There was Zombi, there was Chino | |
| There was Jimmy and Chiarakaparos | |
| We agreed to split the stuff up | |
| At a Mexican funeral in Paris | |
| Don Alvaro, Jose Sanchez | |
| Bathed in Holy water | |
| Said a silent adios to his lovely daughters | |
| To his sons and to the killers | |
| A scar, tattoo, a blood line scorned | |
| Revenge the only game | |
| Father McGreer arrived with the gear | |
| Had a chat and a bit of a smoke | |
| He initiated me into | |
| The Church of the Holy Spook | |
| He said, " Death will follow anywhere | |
| Until it' s found its plan" | |
| Then he laughed and waved goodbye | |
| And said, " Stay lucky while you can" | |
| Machine gun fire split the silent | |
| Softness of the day | |
| Five wetback jerks in tuxes | |
| Got fucking blown away | |
| I thought I was Chiarakaparos | |
| First time I' ve been | |
| Maybe not the last | |
| To a Mexican funeral in Paris |