Title: Day Of The Dead

Artist: Church

Day of the Dead down in Mexico
You ever been on a holiday
You ever thought that you'd been here before
You ever been in a desperate way
On the beach stands a donkey who is waiting for you
He hee-haws, stamping his hoof
A fine blue day as dreamt by the boys
Nodding up on the roof

And in the meetings held in the darkness
And in the darkness everyone's blind
Venereal monsters stagger in velvet
And I know you're fallin' behind

Drunk in the bar down in the motel
I get involved with a prisoner
She's got a skull like a seraphim
I figure she is a messenger
She's at the heart of the festival
She's got the hands of a picador
She asks the spirits for a romance
She gets a ghost for a paramour

And in the weddings held in the darkness
'Cause in the darkness the guests are all blind
Great lumps are melting wrapped up in satin
And I know you're fallin' behind

Day of the Dead down in Mexico
We read a book on the Alamo
We filled the tank at Texaco
We buy a trinket for curio
We walk big stuff through the marketplace
Drifting smoke, dollars, and aftershave
I got the mind of an astronaut
Emerging from the shell unscathed
Climbing out of hell unchanged

But then the dealers deal in the darkness
And in the darkness dealers are blind
Jokers and aces, bruising on black felt
I know you're fallin' behind