Church, The – Day Of The Dead

Day of the dead down in Mexico

You ever been on a holiday?

You ever thought that you 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 dreamed 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 stand there in velvet

And you know you’re falling behind

Drink in a bar down in Leap 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 falling behind

Day of the dead down in Mexico

We read a book on the Alamo

We filled the tank up with Texaco

We buy a trinket for curio

We walk big stuff through the marketplace

Dripping 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, bruisy and blackfern

I know you’re falling behind