Rumba Para los Muertos Songtext
von Zorita

He′s got a one way ticket and his bloody knife
He's sick and dirty but still alive
He shows no remorse lookin at the crossing rails
Hammerin down, hammerin down the nails

God is great, God is good
Shouts the whole damn neighbourhood
With a riffle at hand, we live in peace
They all pray on their knees

As the train was rollin down the beaten tracks
She sat across him and got on his lap
He could not stand the stench of her perfume
So he choked her, he choked her in the fumes


God is great, God is good
Shouts the whole damn neighbourhood
With a riffle at hand, we live in peace
They all pray on their knees

He put six silver bullets in his ′45
Got out at Clarksdale to catch him alive
He passed six black men swayin in the breeze
Hangin down, hangin down the trees

God is great, God is good
Shouts the whole damn neighbourhood
With a riffle at hand, we live in peace
They all pray on their knees
God is great, God is good
Shouts the whole damn neighbourhood
With a riffle at hand, we rest in peace
They all pray on their knees