A man was shot right through the hand Yesterday in Ixcatan Nobody knows why They saw the shooter fly Late-model Chevrolet Through the dust of a dying day The fear of God dripping from his hands Like the blood that was dripping in Ixcatan They held him up, down in Ixcatan But the blood of a bull ain't the blood of a man One's for love, the other for pain But you can't tell that from the color of the stain The color of the stain Meanwhile on the mountain-side A bull's being k**ed for a Spanish bride The men were in the river washing blood from their hands The wedding's gonna be in Ixcatan The police here were looking for the crazy man Put a bullet through a young man's hand They down at the river with their automatic guns The groom was washing up in the evening sun They held him up, down in Ixcatan But the blood of a bull ain't the blood of a man One's for love, the other for pain But you can't tell that from the color of the stain They held him up, down in Ixcatan But the blood of a bull ain't the blood of a man One's for love, the other for pain But you can't tell that from the color of the stain From the color of the stain The color of the stain No you can't tell that from the color of the stain The color of the stain The color of the stain No you can't tell that from the color of the stain The color of the stain The color of the stain You can't tell that from the color of the stain The color of the stain The color of the stain No you can't tell that from the color of the stain The color of the stain The color of the stain You can't tell that from the color of the stain The color of the stain The color of the stain You can't tell that from the color of the stain The color of the stain