Hey Cisco
Watch him ride into the sunset He'd have the little fat guy Right along his side Echoing off the canyon, Hey Cisco From Pancho 'n' pretty soon The black sombrero would reply Hey Pancho what's happening mi amigo It's getting somewhere near the end This winding trail When we've raced around the corner For the final dusty time Mr Renaldo 'n' Carillo's Going to jail What they doing to my friend What they doing to my man Don't matter when I'll stay to the end Hey Cisco Let's go out in style We're going down together We're going down together We're going down together We're going down Can't open, no more supermarkets Duncan's sombrero's hanging Up there with his guns Some cigarro sucking slag Under a chip Hollywood chandelier Says “Cisco, Kid you know Your day is done Let me know how you are doing” Mr Renaldo If you need me, I could be a friend for life There don't seem any point We should throw 'way all these years Why don't we saddle up and ride out one more time What they doing to my friend What they doing to my man Don't matter when I'll stay to the end Hey Cisco Let's go out in style We're going down together We're going down together We're going down together We're going down What they doing to my friend What they doing to my man Don't matter when I'll stay to the end Hey Cisco Let's go out in style What they doing to my friend What they doing to my man Don't matter when I'll stay to the end Hey Cisco Let's go out in style We're going down together We're going down together We're going down together We're going down
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Mar 26, 2026
Wake up in the morning Get into bed Closing my eyes I rest my head There is no arrangement No time no place It's gone in the wind And left no trace Who can say Maybe or whatever It's up to you You know you can Trust me I'll make it up to you You move with the action You loosen my strings Your fingers Can smooth out my jangles And all those things Grease on the handle And the tangles In my hair They always seem To go together I don't care Who can say Maybe or whatever It's up to you You know you can Trust me I'll make it up to you Grease on the handle And the tangles In my hair They always seem To go together I don't care
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Mar 26, 2026