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 seqoritas 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 echoes 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 lami    He kills the bull and lives another day.