A 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 silent adios to his lovely daughters
To his sons and to the killers
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
He said «Death will follow anywhere
Until it’s found its plan»
Then he laughed and waved goodbye 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 thought I was Chiarakaparos
First time I’ve been, maybe not the last
To a Mexican funeral in Paris