Oh amnesia. nIt's gonna get to you, nPiercing holes in the memory.nAmnesia. nIt's gonna get to you, nPiercing holes in the memory.nnSpanish amnesia and scorpion boy nCentral in the mexico.nSpanish amnesia and the scorpion boy nDriven wild through the eye of a twister.nHe woke black and blue tonight, nBroken in the back of a truck tonight.nnSpanish amnesia rotting color from sight, nPiercing holes in the memory, nAnd it's so quiet scenery...nAnd it's so quiet symphony...n(Spanish amnesia and scorpion boy, boy, boy)nnBut driver driver!nWhere are you taking me?nWhere, oh!nDriver driver!nDo you see what I see? nnOh, to torch the twitching lungs inside tonado ribcage.nScorpion boy in the belly of the cyclone nThere's harps and angels, nThere's hymns, there's hyperventilation.nnOh scorpion boy.nnIt's been... It's been a long haul.nWhen the oasis of cacti flail like boneless hands, nThose hands in whirl wind...nnIt's been... It's been a long haul. nWhen the skulls of thirsty oxen beg by the road side...nnIt's been... It's been a long haul, nWhen the last scent of memory smells blood and semennThe spanish amnesia kicks in.