The bright mornin’s dance on dust trod roads, ravens warn of things to unfold
A fresh by start on this ride to a villainous din, he thus sought
A blue sky’s expanse and wet green toads, ravens circle things dead and cold
Just a soul to be tied for the rapturous sin, he thought not

His feet hit the dirt with a sack on his back and a tune in his head
As he crossed over bridges and leapt over puddles with glee
He sang till it hurt with a star in his eye on this day of the dead
So he came into town as the morn’d just begun happily

A thick sticky film welcomes him, as he gathers his pride for this ride
Though he seems out of place, on this street he is loose and quite free
He grabs a cold drink to begin, as he shuffles his feet to the side
He has not a care in the world, this is right where he wanted to be

The band seems to float as their skirts swim the breeze on the sea of the crowd
As he dances on toes made of bones in the street, his heart leaps
The sound of the beat is as dark as the beer in his veins and so loud
When the chaos has died to a dull pulsing beat, his face weeps

The crowd is a blur of silvery white cut by pending evening light
It’s a mob so reckless with a pulse so infectious, there’s no cure
Suddenly, just out of his sight, the sweet glimpse of a face glitters bright
There are stars in his eyes from liquor or beauty, he’s not sure

Her hair is a stream of rich brown; his will-power comes tumbling down
Yellow rays shake and bob in sunbeams of glitter, he’s awe-struck
A skirt of peach rose hugs her hips; she has dangerous thorns in her crown
Arrows shoot from her chest with poison so bitter, just his luck

Her gaze pulls him close through the swamp of the throng, he can’t fight, so he won’t
To the depths of despair or mountains made of bliss, he can’t know
His feet fall in trance to the dance, as the time seems to stop, but please don’t
He sees skulls of all colors so bright he can’t miss, he will go

Flash! Winged feathers greased by the devil’s dark deeds; oily hands on her hips
Flash! Eyes blaze out from her sombrero, black as Mexican nights
Flash! Bleak moments spent wishin’ fortune’d been kind; silent screams on her lips
Flash! Souls gone like the bats in La Paz, flying clear out of sight