CORTEZ SAIL prologue See how the rain... falls from the sky Drifting down... from your high mountains' eye Ahh but don't look surprised... you're going home Yea you're leavin L.A.... on a cloudy day Pushin the crowd away... you gonna get away Today An you turn on your radio... an let the wind blow With your rock & roll... down the highway All the way Ahh but see how the lightning makes cracks in your air Tearing the clouds... then closing the tear Yea but you're not surprised anymore... you're going home Yea... to Mexico motive Four hundred years ago... down in Mexico The Spanish galleons drew near An the Aztec warriors watched from their mountain sides Ahhh the fear in their eyes... as clear as their end it was near Yea Cortez he comes with his men and his guns And a Spanish Christ... alive on his lip But soon as he touched ground... well his men wanted to turn around So he burned down their turn around ships Yea he crossed all that water with cannon and fodder If need be to slaughter... for Gods and for gold An he wouldn't let no man talk him in to being anything other Than Conquistador bold... ahhh Pachuco to Paradise yeah Rachuco to Paradise epilogue Well a Colorado rain... falls on your California glass Washing away the hardline... from your California past Ahh but your gun's on your map... and they're both in your lap Sides your Chic's with you So... you gonna get through Ahh but see how the lightning makes cracks in the air Tearing the clouds... then closing the tear Ahhh but you're not surprised anymore... you're going home ahhh... to Paradise