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