Sangre Caliente

I want to shoot myself
With the black, with the red and with the spin
In this corral I'm in charge
Don't mess with what's mine

Just because they're from the cockfight
They won't think I'm scared of a race car
My mother wasn't ordinary
And my father was very refined

I have hot blood
I can't put it out
People are very sad
They know I'm going to fight
The black, the red and the spin
They have to pay me

I'm going to choose a big day
To die for the cocks I love
I like November 2nd
And yesterday was the first day

When the sun goes down
You'll hear four roosters crowing
And when night falls
God will be judging them

I have hot blood
I can't put it out
People are happy
They know I'm going to win
The black, the red and the spin
They have to pay me