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    "San Simon"genre: Indie
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    San Simon a.k.a. Maximon, "The Deity of whores, of liars and thieves. He's got a cane in his hand, a cigar in his teeth." Why the devils chose him for their patron saint is open to speculation. For a better understanding of this curious enigma, the band recommends that you make a pilgrimage to the Templo of San Simon in Chichicatstenengo, Guatemala, or if this is not possible, that you at least listen to the song.
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    San Simon

    We're going down to Guatemala City
    To meet a man they call San Simon
    We're going down to Guatemala City
    And then well find our way back home

    In the center sits San Simon
    Reigning on his throne
    In a black cowboy hat and black tuxedo
    Watching people come and watching them go
    He's an outlaw saint
    A mysterious man
    A warlock, a sorcerer, a magician

    Well we're gonna light a dozen candles
    Drink Quetzalteca and smoke Payasos
    Red for love,
    Blue for health,
    White for the kids and
    Green for wealth

    We're going down to Guatemala City
    To meet a man they call San Simon
    We're going down to Guatemala City
    And then well find our way back home

    He's the Deity of whores,
    Of liars and thieves
    He's got a cane in his hand and
    A cigar in his teeth
    He's got bottles at his feet
    and a gleam in his eye
    He's the saint of falsehood
    The god of lie



    There's soot on the walls and
    Smoke in the Air
    Thousands of plaques are
    Offering up prayers
    There is a man being whipped by sage and
    Drenched in Alcohol
    There is a crying Indian lady
    Wearing a multi-colored shawl

    We're going down to Guatemala City
    To meet a man they call San Simon
    We're going down to Guatemala City
    And then well find our way back home

    Maximon, Maximon, San Simon

    San Simon

    We're going down to Guatemala City
    To meet a man they call San Simon

    To Chichicatstenengo together or alone
    We're gonna find old San Simon



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