| There was Zombi, there was Chino
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| There was Jimmy and Chiarakaparos
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| We agreed to split the stuff up
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| At a Mexican funeral in Paris
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| Don Alvaro Jose Sanchez
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| Bathed in Holy water
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| Said a silent adios to his lovely daughters
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| To his sons and to the killers
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| A scar, tattoo, a blood line scorned
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| Revenge the only game!
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| Father McGreer arrived with the gear
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| Had a chat and a bit of a smoke
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| He initiated me into The Church of the Holy Spook
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| He said «Death will follow anywhere
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| Until it’s found its plan»
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| Then he laughed and waved goodbye and said
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| «Stay lucky while you can!»
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| Machine gun fire split the silent
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| Softness of the day
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| Five wetback jerks in tuxes
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| Got fucking blown away
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| I thought I was Chiarakaparos
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| First time I’ve been, maybe not the last
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| To a Mexican funeral in Paris |