| 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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