Senor (Tales Of Yankee Power)

Señor, Señor
 Can you tell me where we heading?
 Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
 Seems like I've been down this way before
 Is there any truth in that, Señor?
 Señor, Señor
 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?
 Will there be any comfort here, Señor?
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 There's a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck
 There's an iron cross still hanging from around her neck
 There's a marching band still playing in their vacant lot
 Where she held me in her arms one time and said "forget what we got"
 Señor, Señor
 I can see the painted wagon
 Smell the tail of a dragon
 I can't stand the suspense anymore
 Can you tell me who to contact here, Señor?
 Well the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
 Was a train load full of fools bogged down in a Magnetic field
 And a gypsy, with a broken flag and a flashing ring
 He says "son this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing"
 Señor, Señor
 You know their hearts are hard as leather
 Give me a minute, let me get it together
 Gotta pick myself up off the floor
 I'm ready when you are, Señor
 Señor, Señor
 Let's overturn these tables
 Disconnect these cables
 This place don't make sense to me no more
 Can you tell me what we're waiting for, Señor?
 Seems like I've been down this way before
 Is there any truth in that, Señor?