In the crystal ball

The gypsy sees the villa

The riders on the hill

The fire in the fields

She sees the mission bell

Swinging in the silence

Now the shooting starts

The bullets pierce the hearts

The senoritas crying at the well



Up in the Gold Hotel

The money hits the table

The heavies all are there

That's why the deal's goin' down

Beautiful women all dressed in

Diamonds and sable

Down upon the street

Beside a garbage heap

A mariachi band begins to play



Somewhere a blues guitar

Plays echos in the alleyway

The Tijuana dawn claims another day

The golden sun rises on the runway

The pilot understands

The money changes hands

Inside the jet the briefcase snaps goodbye



In Eldorado town

There lives a great bullfighter

His eyes are screaming blue

His hair is red as blood

And when the gate goes up

The crowd gets so excited

And he comes dancin' out

Dressed in gold lame

He kills the bull

And lives another day







--Olaf [01-Nov-93, 14:17, CET