Then came a bad bad man upon the waves.

Under a cross on something called a horse.Talking about how Jesus saves.

Shifty eyes, a tongue of lies. A soul that must’ve been sold.

A man on fire, got a burning desire for all the glitters is gold.

Mr. C can you hear them beating drums they’re telling you to get back to where you came from

Get on back!

Blood on the stairs, nobody cares. Mr. C says it shouldn’t be shed.

But we all be knowing when the wine is flowing somebody’s gonna lose their head.

At least we got a reason. At least we got a plan, but C and his crew only doing what they do because they know they can.

Mr. see the writing on the temple wall ya two face from grace you’re gonna fall.

Pretty little señorita, only Mr. C can hold her. He’s got her in his grip, gonna use her lip and the chips upon her shoulder.

We should’ve treated her better,

You know we should’ve treated her nice.

Miss Malintzin, C says she’s all in and we the people gonna pay the price.

Mr. C when are you gonna go? I guess it all depends which way the wind blows.

Mr. see the writing on the wall. You two face from Grace ya gonna fall