Mal Sacate

Mr. Money Man, I know you've had your way

And I know the way you're winning

And that bloody hand you're holding

Ain't no bargain at the price you had to pay

You have stolen all the land that you can steal

And you killed so many heroes

But the dreams they left behind them

Ain't as easy as a man to blow away

And they say, "el mal sacate ni el fuego lo quema"

And los mexicanos dicen, "cosa mala nunca muere"

Don't you know?

The fire don't burn a bad weed boy

And a bad thing never dies

Like the bad weeds growing wild around

The broken wounded body of El Salvador

They killed so many heroes

Like Zapata (Presente!) and Fonseca (Presente!)

And Sandino (Presente!) and Guevarra (Presente!)

And Allende (Presente!) and Aquino (Presente!)

And Steve Biko (Presente!)

But they can never kill the human spirit

NOT IN NICARAGUA!

And they say, "el mal sacate ni el fuego lo quema"

And los mexicanos dicen, "cosa mala nunca muere"

Don't you know?