Where once the corn did grow
Lives Charlie he's a bitter old soul
Now Pablo Escobar's the father of our country
Exporting another mans snow
Importing the guns that hold
The politicians gagged, stuffed with trees
Join my M-19
You've gotta believe that you can join my M-19
The country needs you
And all the world will stop to see
When the good times reign
We will take a bow
Children born of this legacy
Sicario army on raw meat
They handle loose ends
Then kiss the cross of Christ
What's left but to take to the hills
Undermine what this country instills
Deliver milk to those who don't tow the line
Join my M-19
You've gotta believe that you can join my M-19
The country needs you
And all the world will stop to see
When the good times reign
We will take a bow
We will take a bow
What the hell is wrong with you
Sniffing up another mans food
I may not succeed but at least I'm trying, trying, trying
Join my M-19
You've gotta believe that you can join my M-19
The country needs you
And all the world will stop to see
When the good times reign
We will take a bow
We will take a bow
We will take a bow
We will take a bow
We will take a bow
We will take a bow
