Opium and Poppy-fields
This is the land
Where many are killed
Mindless eejits work all day
It's unfair
They get no pay
The ruler of the beautiful land
Has all riches
In the palm of his hands
He is clear with what he says
With him
Fear is part of your day
Opium and Poppy-fields
Take my hand
And you won't be killed
Across the border into Aztlan
There you'll be safe from El Patrón's hand
The Alacráns filled with greed
Only money fulfills their needs
Together they die with the man
This is the house of the scorpion