A trio of Mexicans with machete
In their hands, dominating the entire plain
Something crazy, something insane
(With all the Control)
We come thundering the
Patrà ³, from neighborhood to neighborhood the King
Nuevo León who has been my side
The biggest bully, don't call me a goat
Because I'm a bastard, guadalupano
Brother and do not feel it strange
I claim conscience, without crying, without
Harm, and do not feel it unhealthy because
That I am Mexican, I raise my hand
I summon the countryman
Control Machete
It is not one sir, we are four hundred
If you look inside you will see what
I feel, there is no fear of falling, let's go
Shaking, all the hallucination that
Keep growing
Control Machete

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