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Listen close to this crooked mouthFor my story I will tell–o I lived in Mexico by the name of Wenseslao Moguel–oLeft my home in SantiagoThe heart of the city of MeridaServed with my brothers and sisters allFor the army of Pancho VillaStand me straight against the nearest wallLine up your bravest soldiers ohTen good shots I’ll take them allThey call me El FusiladoThe Federales captured meBound up my arms with wireOfficer came he sad “Take your aim –Steady your guns and fire!”Bullet holes all across my chestRipped up my shirt and my body–oHeart beat on through the silenced gunsTo the rhythm of life inside me–oStand me straight against the nearest wall Line up your bravest soldiers ohTen good shots I’ll take them allThey call me El FusiladoSongtexteFell to the ground, the officer cameOne last shot to the head–oHeard through the pain as he walked awayAnd left me there for dead–oAll went quiet so I crawled awayI wasn’t giving up to the gloryTen good shots I took them allAnd lived to tell my storyStand me straight against the nearest wallLine up your bravest soldiers ohTen good shots I’ll take them allThey call me El FusiladoStand me straight against the nearest wallLine up your bravest soldiers ohTen good shots I’ll take them allThey call me El FusiladoStand me straight against the nearest wallLine up your bravest soldiers ohTen good shots I’ll take them allThey call me El Fusilado Aus Songtexte Mania