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 lovely good-bye to his lovely daughters  To his sons and to the killers  The killers with no names  A scar, tatto, a blood line scorned  Revenge the only game!  Father McGreer arived with the gear  Had a chat and a bit of a smoke  He initiated us into The Church of the Holy Spook  He said "Death will follow anywhere  Until its found its plan"  Then he laughed and said good-bye 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 walked into a bar so fucking stoned,  I thought I was Chiarakaparos  First time I've been, maybe not the last  To a Mexican funeral in Paris