Mexican Funeral In Paris

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 f**king blown away I walked into a bar so f**king stoned, I thought I was Chiarakaparos First time I've been, maybe not the last To a Mexican funeral in Paris