Viva Satana

Tura Satana is looking for her hat over there... over there in Las Vegas. Tura riding in a fire can leaves a trail of sparks on the highway, hitchhikes at a ranch. Burns everyone, kills everyone, a brawl, she doesn't understand pleas or tears. Lights flicker, illuminate marquees of 'Latin Cats' a burlesque glitter. Kinky, nasty, steals the stripper show and starts a thousand cheers. Long Live Satan! Long Live Satan! If she's going somewhere or coming back from it just imagine one thing, all paths to travel, all lead to Cordoba. She doesn't distinguish between good and evil, they call her the Ponderosa. Porno-borders, prostitute-dimensions, pussy-power-cat vibrates the clam. Satan fucks, smoke and fury, what speed, she's a lightning bolt. Polishes her boots, reflects her forehead in the eternity of the black world. Violent hands, gloves cover claws that can sink you in a sea of crows. A massacre of spirits were left behind. If she's going somewhere or coming back from it just imagine one thing, all destinations to travel, all lead to Cordoba. Lights flicker, illuminate marquees of 'Latin Cats' a burlesque glitter. Kinky, nasty, steals the stripper show and starts a thousand cheers. Long Live Satan! Long Live Satan! If she's going somewhere or coming back from it she knows one thing very well, there are no paths to travel and she will never reach Cordoba. Lives wild and lawless, they call her the Ponderosa.