Senor senor can you tell me where we're heading

Lincoln County Road or Armageddon

Seems like I been down this way before

Can you tell Is there any truth in that senor

Senor senor do you know where she's hiding

How long are we gonna be riding

How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door

Can you tell me how to find here senor

There's a wicked wind

Still blowing on that upper deck

And there's an iron cross

Still hanging from around her neck

There's a marching band

Still playing in that vacant lot

Where's she held me

In her arms one time and said

Forget me not

Senor senor I can see that painted wagon

Smell the tail of the dragon

I can't stand the suspense here 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

And a gypsy with a broken flag and flashing ring

Said Son this ain't a dream no more

It's the real thing

Senor senor you know

Their hearts are hard as leather

Give me a minute let me get it together

I gotta pick myself up off the floor

I'm ready when you are senor

Senor senor let's disconnect these cables

And overturn these tables

This place don't make sense to me no more

Can you tell me what we're waiting for senor