[Intro | brief lively Mexican son strumming pulse | bright trumpet call | immediate lift] [Verse 1 | clean male baritone | conversational swagger | syncopated heavy groove] They call me "Amo" in these parts A name won't stop a cannonball Across Zacoalco's open plain Women pass the stones along Slings in hand, the few guns ready Lances low, the ropes coiled tight They own the range between us now So that's the thing we take away [Pre-Chorus | tension rising | tighter rhythmic attack] The first gun blooms, the front line drops Iron tears the air above Before the smoke can leave the ground They're on their feet and moving [Chorus | full melodic heavy metal | bright heroic lift | male gang unison responses] Down when it fires! (Down!) Up when it passes! (Up!) Run while it loads— Closer than before! Let the cannon thunder Let it shake the open ground Every time the smoke clears We're closer than before! [Verse 2 | stronger syncopated groove | active melodic bass | growing confidence] Dust is in our teeth and eyes Hearts still hammer, feet keep moving Shot by shot the gap grows small Feet strike harder through the dust At the flanks the horsemen sweep Lances low, rope coils ready Keep your cannon facing front The field is closing at the edges [Pre-Chorus | swaggering build | driving rhythmic push] Load it once, then load again We know what follows thunder While your hands go back to powder Our feet are eating up the ground [Chorus | full melodic heavy metal | stronger lift | male gang unison responses] Down when it fires! (Down!) Up when it passes! (Up!) Run while it loads— Closer than before! Let the cannon thunder Let it shake the open ground Every time the smoke clears We're closer than before! [Instrumental Turn | driving syncopated pulse | agile melodic metal lead | Mexican violin and trumpet accents] [Bridge | heaviest section | tightening rhythmic drive | powerful clean chest belts] Too close now for the cannon Too close now for range to matter Stones are striking, lances reaching Hooves are cutting through the dust All that iron ruled the distance All that powder held the plain Now the field has closed around you And the distance is gone [Final Chorus | biggest full-band lift | victorious energy | male gang unison responses] Down when it fires! (Down!) Up when it passes! (Up!) Run while it loads— Closer than before! Let the cannon thunder— It cannot hold us now By the time the smoke clears There's no distance anymore! [Victory Turn | driving pulse continues | vocal forward | regional strings and brass return] Let them tell it how they will: Through the dust a rope came flying Found the man behind the guns After all his line gave way [Outro | jubilant mariachi ensemble takes over | lively strings, violin and trumpets | playful victorious swagger | long-held chest belt on final word] Let the horses kick the dust Let the shouting cross the plain Leave the cannon where it stands— The road is open... WIDE!
