Dicen Del Señor

Everything's been said, everything's been written
Everyone knows, what more can I tell you?
A real smooth guy, tough and slick
Son of the plains and the little box

Even Pancho Villa dealt with folks
Inconvenient people, traitors, lowlifes
Though I’m not Villa, I’m still brave
And when they come for me
I find them, grab them, torture, execute, and bury them hot

I wasn’t cursed, the dogs made me
I was a farmer and also a rancher
By killing my son, they don’t know what they did
They wanted to see the devil, well, they got him
Beloved son, you’re just a memory now
A sad accordion left without its owner
But the guilty ones are already in the fire
I sent them without eyes, without legs, without arms in several pieces
To the very hell

Breaking news, the debate was loud
The opposition, the thugs, bloody fight
We saw each other’s faces but there was no fight
When I surrounded them, they didn’t want to engage

Buddy, brother, and a very loyal friend
Though I miss you now, I’ll see you soon
Your people are waiting for you and your throne too
Receive a greeting from those who appreciate you
They care for you, protect you, and stand with you

I wasn’t cursed, the dogs made me
I was a farmer and also a rancher
By killing my son, they don’t know what they did
They wanted to see the devil, well, they got him
Beloved son, you’re just a memory now
A sad accordion left without its owner
But the guilty ones are already in the fire
I sent them without eyes, without legs, without arms in several pieces
To the very hell