Señor, señor, can you tell me where we’re headin’
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seem like I been down this way before
Is there any truth in that, señor?

 “Son, this ain’t a dream no more, it’s the real thing”

Señor, señor, let’s overturn these tables
Disconnect these cables
This place don’t make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we’re waiting for, señor?