Senor (tales Of Yankee Power) lyrics
Senor, senor, do you know where we're headin'?
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
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
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?
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