Day of the Dead

Day of the dead down in Mexico
 You ever been on a holiday?
 You ever thought that you been here before
 You ever been in a desperate way
 On the beach stands a donkey who is waiting for you
 He hee-haws, stamping his hoof
 A fine blue day as dreamed by the boys
 Nodding up on the roof
 And in the meetings held in the darkness
 And in the darkness everyone's blind
 Venereal monsters stand there in velvet
 And you know you're falling behind
 Drink in a bar down in Leap Motel
 I get involved with a prisoner
 She's got a skull like a seraphim
 I figure she is a messenger
 She's at the heart of the festival
 She's got the hands of a picador
 She asks the spirits for a romance
 She gets a ghost for a paramour
 And in the weddings held in the darkness
 'Cause in the darkness the guests are all blind
 Great lumps are melting wrapped up in satin
 And I know you're falling behind
 Day of the dead down in Mexico
 We read a book on the Alamo
 We filled the tank up with Texaco
 We buy a trinket for curio
 We walk big stuff through the marketplace
 Dripping smoke, dollars and aftershave
 I got the mind of an astronaut
 Emerging from the shell unscathed
 Climbing out of hell unchanged
 But then the dealers deal in the darkness
 And in the darkness dealers are blind
 Jokers and aces, bruisy and blackfern
 I know you're falling behind