文本歌词

Senor, senor, can you tell me
where we're headin'?
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seems like I been
down this way before.
can you tell me is that truth, senor?
Senor, senor, do you know
where she is hidin'?
How long are we gonna be ridin'?
How long must I keep my eyes
glued to the door?
can you tell me how to find her, 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
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?