Letras:
Spain

This a religion, no, this is a drag That man over there is smoking sweet cigarettes Hey look at that fag I had a dream, I saw you swim Sink to your grave

Mistress of the mind Take me where the air is clean Ignorance is kind Emerald and evergreen 30 days September Year of miracle and grief Through the haze

A home is like a castle A place where a king can reign Los reyes catolicos Raoul and the kings of Spain Ghosts all gone (Ghosts all gone) Ghosts all

What's the matter with your life? Did someone come and shoot your wife just as you planned Will you live or will you die? Are you that butterfly that

I knew all this was coming Ain't that odd Some things come out of nothing As with God Not my intention to amuse Or confuse I've been down to the kitchen

Well I never been to Spain But I kinda like the music Say the ladies are insane there And they sure know how to use it They don't abuse it Never gonna

Kill the plaintiff's marching band Has conjured up the devil's hand The parade is now a masacre Of fools and jugglers and constant lovers... Don't you

where's that soggy plain? Eliza In Spain! In Spain! The three The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain! The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain

'cause this city's a drag I may take a holiday in Spain Leave my wings behind me Flush my worries down the drain And fly away to somewhere new Take a holiday in Spain