The Mexican

I heard stories of a guy
Who killed evil by his hands
and he passed before the man
but he didn't kneel himself
And the ungly man is raising
Spread his wings, they're big and scary
but the Mexican, who laughed before his throne
he just spitted on the floor
and the man who got insult
shot the hero with a bolt
Now his back against the wall
But he didn't got suprised
He just knew what was the price
and he had to pay his fine
But he's laughing on his face
touched the blood on his leg
Pounched him once and then again
Then the Mexican lied down
Felt a pain in his heart
and he stared at his white shirt
Was all covered now with red
And the guy who held the knife
He's still running in the night
while the mexican is there
He's still laughing on his face
while the others are still mourning
and their councious is trembeling.