Me and Javier shouted slogan in Spanish Like it was our world to win Then they moved the plant down Ojada Time to bite you tongue again *chorus* I've seen the fabled city. Its streets are paved with gold. But an iron fence runs 'round it and its iron gate is closed. What ain't right ain't right he told me. But something else passed behind his eyes. Now he's downtown on his knees, washin' floors for somebody And he's quietly biting his toungue *chorus* Ha! At the gas station on sunset and crescent, I met and angel sad and old. She lived in the alley behind the market in the shadows maybe hidden from the Lord. And for a dollar she sang a song that sounded more like a prayer A wish that her dead mother and father couldn't look down and see her there. *chorus* On the wire outside my window, there sit one hundred swallows. And I suspect that if one flew, then ninety nine would follow