Day of the dead down in Mexico

You and the dead on a holiday

You ever thought that you'd been here before

You ever did in a desperate way

On the beach stands a donkey who was waiting for you

He hee-haws, stamping his hoof

A fine blue day is tracked by the boys

Nodding up on the roof

And in the meetings held in the darkness

And in the darkness everyone flies

Ethereal monsters stagger in velvet

And I know you're fallin' behind

Drink in the bar down in the motel

I get involved with a prostitute

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 picadore

She asks the spirits for a romance

She gets a ghost for a paradise

And in the weakness lost in the darkness

How soon the darkness lost all our plans

Come down the mountain decked out in satin

And I know you're fallin' behind

Day of the dead down in Mexico

We write a book on the Alamo

We filled the tank up at Texaco

We buy a trinket for curio

We walk big stuff through the marketplace

Drifting smoke, dollars, and aftershave

I got the mind of Illustrio

Emerging from the jealous cave

Crawlin' out of hell on a chain

And there's a demon down in the darkness

And in the darkness demons are blind

Jokers and aces, brusing on black felt

I know you're fallin' behind