Aztec City Blues
by: S a l   C ar r a n z a
Young man, your spirit's like the sun
It burnt the heaven and scorched the Earth
You were a modern-day warrior
Waging a battle to survive

You saw the pictures of your past
And you knew that it wouldn't last
Times have changed and times are tough
And your spirit has gone through so much!

(Chorus)
Your back was broken when you were enslaved
All the the fields, you slaved
The haciendas, you slaved
Your back is healed now and you're not enslaved
So kill the puercos dead
Kill the puercos dead!!

Young man, you found your feathered shield
To shield you from the wicked world
Young man you found your city
And your Temple of Mayor

Young man, you have a jaguar soul
Young man, get ready for your war
This time you won't be conquered
And you won't die!
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