| Mr. money man, I know youve had your way
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| And I know the way youre winning
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| And that bloody hand youre holding
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| Aint no bargain at the price you had to pay
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| You have stolen all the land that you can steal
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| And you killed so many heroes
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| But the dreams they left behind them
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| Aint as easy as a man to blow away
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| And they say, «el mal sacate ni el fuego lo quema»
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| And los mexicanos dicen, «cosa mala nunca muere»
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| Dont you know?
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| The fire dont burn a bad weed boy
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| And a bad thing never dies
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| Like the bad weeds growing wild around
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| The broken wounded body of el salvador
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| They killed so many heroes
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| Like zapata (presente!) and fonseca (presente!)
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| And sandino (presente!) and guevarra (presente!)
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| And allende (presente!) and aquino (presente!)
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| And steve biko (presente!)
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| But they can never kill the human spirit
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| Not in nicaragua !
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| And they say, «el mal sacate ni el fuego lo quema»
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| And los mexicanos dicen, «cosa mala nunca muere»
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| Dont you know?
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| Aiiiiiaiiiaiiiiii nicaragua !
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| Aiiiiiaiiiaiiiiii sandinista ! |