numero uno on a straight line
but mildly put challenging
when she hit the curves
stoned
beyond imagination
blown
out of proportion
until the El Ranchero was no more
lessons to be learned
there always are
as for her and the El Ranchero
you won`t know if you`ve created a path
if you don`t get there
it doesn`t matter if you look like an angel
if you smell like shit
I thank the heavens
for all the darkness
that pulled me through
to a kind of paradise
without you
the twincle in my eye
said goodbye
when the El Ranchero hit the wall
I got the call
but didn`t take it
you taught me to get high
every time you came on by
and you learned that I am much stronger
than you were told
you became the rock I could not Climb
tattooed in your brain
seeking refuge
you never found
the plumber from hell
never rang your bell
a soul full of deamons
still a voice of the ages
roaming through the ethers
concluding
it doesn`t matter if you look like an angel
if you smell like shit
it doesn`t matter if you look like an angel
if you smell like shit
it doesn`t matter if you look like an angel
if you smell like shit
a soul full of deamons
still a voice of the ages
roaming through the ethers
concluding
it doesn`t matter if you look like an angel
if you smell like shit
from the smoke coming from the fire
following the crash of the El Ranchero
she whispered to herself, as she was dying
hail me
world
