There was Zombi, there was Chino

There was Jimmy and Chiarakaparos

We agreed to split the stuff up at a

Mexican funeral in Paris

Don Alvaro Jose Sanchez bathed in holy water

Said a lovely good-bye to his lovely daughters

To his sons and to the killers

The killers with no names

A scar, tatto, a blood line scorned

Revenge the only game!



Father McGreer arived with the gear

Had a chat and a bit of a smoke

He initiated us into The Church of the Holy Spook

He said "Death will follow anywhere

Until its found its plan"

Then he laughed and said good-bye and said

"Stay lucky while you can!"



Machine gun fire split the silent softness of the day

Five wetback jerks in tuxes got fucking blown away

I walked into a bar so fucking stoned,

I thought I was Chiarakaparos

First time I've been, maybe not the last

To a Mexican funeral in Paris