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Senor senor do you know where we're 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 is hiding
How long are we gonna be riding
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 Marching band still playing 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
Said Son this ain't a dream no more it's the real thing
Senor senor you know their hearts is 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 disconnect these cables
Overturn these tables
This place don't make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we're waiting for senor