¡Viva Satana!

Tura Satana
is looking for her hat over there
over there in Las Vegas
tura riding on a fire can
leaves a trail of sparks on the road
hitchhikes at a ranch
burns everyone, kills everyone
a brawl
she doesn't understand pleas, much less cries
lights flicker, illuminate marquees
of the Latin Cats
a burlesque glitter
kinky, nasty
steals the stripper show and starts a thousand cheers
long live Satana! Long live Satana!

If she's going somewhere
or coming back from it
just imagine one thing
every destination to travel
all lead to Cordoba
she doesn't distinguish good from evil
they call her the Ponderosa

Porno-borders, prosti-dimensions
pussy-power-cat
vibrates the clam
fuck Satana, smoke and fury
what speed, she's a lightning bolt
polishes her boots
reflect her forehead in the eternity
of the black world
violent hands, gloves cover claws
that can sink you in a sea of crows

A trail of spirits were left behind

If she's going somewhere
or coming back from it
just imagine one thing
every destination to travel
all lead to Cordoba
she doesn't distinguish good from evil
they call her the Ponderosa

Lights flicker, illuminate marquees
of the Latin Cats
a burlesque glitter
kinky, nasty
steals the stripper show and starts a thousand cheers
long live Satana! Long live Satana!

A trail of spirits were left behind
a trail of spirits were left behind

If she's going somewhere
or coming back from it
she knows one thing very well
there are no paths left to travel
and she will never reach Cordoba
if she's going somewhere
or coming back from it
she knows one thing very well
there are no paths left to travel
and she will never reach Cordoba
she lives wild and lawless
her sign is the Ponderosa