Santa Ana

>from a tin roof top The little boy did watch The procession down through town Through the museum Where daniel walked with the devil With them boys from the underground Where the giants of science Fight for tight control Over the wild lands of new mexico Sam houston's ghost's in texas Fighting for his soul And the town folks rest uneasy Beneath the guns of kid cole And the kid says: "hey, where's santa ana He who could romance the dumb into talking Take a chance with me tonight my contessa, If it don't work out, I ain't lame, I can walk" Now some folks they just can't take it To the streets of this town But sam easily can, and he lays his money down Them cats in from the canyon Strut their stuff in town But there's only secret sinners here Lord, there's only secret thieves Only a fool would try to save What the desert chose to leave And now, hey there senorita, With your playboys in their spanish bandanas French cream won't soften them bullets baby French kisses will not break your heart Oh, painted night, set free with light Glows outside the rainbow saloon Match embraces with a spanish lady Beneath a graduation moon No more colleges, no more coronations Some punk's idea of a teenage nation Has forced santa ana to change his stationfrom soldier to cartoon And the giants of science Spend their days and nights Not with wives, not with lovers But searching for the lights They started in the desert on their helicopter flights Just to be lost in the dust and the night Ah, hey my contessa In your juke joint rides You always bring candy for the kids Come waltz with me tonight senorita 'cause only fools are alone on a night like this