La Conquistadora

The venerable father francisco geronimo

Native to mexico city they say

He made his confession there

I only met him once

In matamoros eating his chiles on fire

Now he lies at her feet

Now he lies at her feet

Now he lies at the feet of la conquistadora la conquistadora

The venerable father francisco geronimo

He's been buried for hundreds of years

I knew him he was an apostolic man

He had a way with words

Hed use them unless he needed guns or his swords

Now he lies at her feet

Now he lies at her feet

Now he lies at the feet of la conquistadora la conquistadora

She had a history herself

Vacationed down at at the ruins

Shed stay there till her blood run cold

Shed stay there till her blood run cold

No telling what she was doing

The venerable father francisco geronimo

Enjoyed the fruits of his labors all day

No one dreamed he was really on the run

Never to come back home

Left to pilgrim alone viva la revolucion

Now he lies at her feet

Now he lies at her feet

Now he lies at the feet of la conquistadora la conquistadora

The venerable father francisco geronimo

You can read his story written in red

Painted on the side of his casket

Among the sacred bones

There's nothing left to atone for in this city of faith

Now he lies at her feet

Now he lies at her feet

Now he lies at the feet of la conquistadora la conquistadora

La conquistadora la conquistadora la conquistadora la conquistadora la conquistadora