Church Day Of The Dead
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