Verse1
No more life's parades through the street
Its the muffled drums that roll through the beat
T'was the soldiers last tattoo
Salute to the brave and fallen few
Crossing borders, across waters its crazy you made it through
Slaving as a maid, that febreeze sprayed the room
Underpaid, she prayed, now she gotta pay the due
No discount on the price of honor and glory
No salt over the back, No luck wit the four leaf
La llorona, mi Abuelita got stories
That can have ya sleeping poorly, for weeks
Everytime the door squeaks Is She coming for me?
Wake up wit poison in ya head
From the voices being said
Now ya choice is to step
From the first one that you make
To the last one that you take
Im asking for a break
From this path, that I await
Twas that hour w that stern command
Felt the flowers of the beloved land
Called upon to a martyrs grave
Now wave The nations flag you must save
Chorus
La Llorona...Donde estan mis hijos
La Llorona...Donde estan mis hijos
Verse 2
Did the Unknown soldier ever get his papers
Eat beans, pledge allegiance wit Translators
It was a long doubtful conflicted rage
Over stricken pain
The fiercer fight had waged
Vengeful blood of Spain
Our Ancestor remains on gold and burgundy
They stole the colors to represent the murder scene
We tossed rocks across the river
Decide how to cross the river
At any costs even if it costs a heart and a liver
Im a give ya my life for yours
All I gotta do is survive these silent wars
Estas Guerras, de odio
I foldin tamales I just need the water to boil
On the next a memorial, remind me to send out a tutorial
The Bivouac of the dead, Silent tents are spread
On fames eternal camping ground
And glory guards with solemn round
The Bivouac of the dead, Silent tents are spread
On fames eternal camping ground
And glory guards with solemn round