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 silent adios
To his lovely daughters
To his sons and to the killers
The killers with no names
A scar, tattoo, a blood line scorned
Revenge the only game
Father McGreer arrived with the gear
Had a chat and a bit of a smoke
He initiated me into
The Church of the Holy Spook
I’m Death, I’ll travel anywhere
Until it’s found its plan
He drove up and he waved 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 to the bar so fucking stoned
I thought I was Chiarakaparos
First time I’ve been maybe not the last
To a Mexican funeral in Paris