Well, up and down the spanish quarter

with the smiles of queen of hearts

we buried nervous bites of the hours

torn up on the streets of the day.

The revenge angel drags his chains

from the ruins of the last show he shouts

"it was by looking for a new job that I found

all that fascism under the nails"

Before the day comes

goin' to the crossroads.

Well, up and down the station

waiting for the midnight train

we lost our way among the trucks of the crusade

"from the jungle to the front page"

The CIA agent smelled a communist plot

and for a new hair-cut

he told us about when Dennis Hopper drowned

in a sea of Coke in the Grand Canyon

Before the day comes

goin' to the crossroads.

Before the day comes

we found out the secret

in the corners of the beaten streets

runnin' to the crossroads

Well, up and down the eternal waste lands

where the red guard and the indian dance

together with the panter

we ask the fans of the mistic caliber

to teach us a new prayer

The wizard throws the seed in the nuclear wind

and says "go and run don't be afraid

in the memory of our blood

the past will be your brother"

Before the day comes

goin' to the crossroads.