El Fusilado
Chumbawamba Lyrics


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Listen close to this crooked mouth
For my story I will tell–o
Lived in Mexico by the name of Wenseslao Moguel–o
Left my home in Santiago
The heart of the city of Merida
Served with my brothers and sisters all
For the army of Pancho Villa
Stand me straight against the nearest wall
Line up your bravest soldiers oh
Ten good shots I'll take them all
They call me El Fusilado

The Federales captured me
Bound up my arms with wire
Officer comes he says "Take your aim –
Steady your guns and fire!"
Bullet holes all across my chest
Ripped up my shirt and my body–o
Heart beat on through the silenced guns
To the rhythm of life inside me–o

Stand me straight against the nearest wall
Line up your bravest soldiers oh
Ten good shots I'll take them all
They call me El Fusilado

Fell to the ground the officer came
One last shot to the head­–o
Heard through the pain as he walked away
And left me there for dead–o
All went quiet so I crawled away
I wasn't giving up to the glory
Ten good shots I took them all
And lived to tell my story

Stand me straight against the nearest wall
Line up your bravest soldiers oh
Ten good shots I'll take them all
They call me El Fusilado.





A true story. Wenseslao Moguel was captured while fighting in the Mexican revolution in 1915 and without trial sentenced to face the firing squad, 'las sentencias al paredon'. After being shot by the squad, and despite receiving the 'tiro de gracia' (shot at close range by the captain), Wenseslao somehow survived. He managed to escape and spent much of his life touring the USA with the 'Ripley's Believe It Or Not' travelling museum.

Overall Meaning

The song "El Fusilado" by Chumbawamba narrates the story of Wenseslao Moguel, a Mexican revolutionary who was captured by the Federales during the Mexican Revolution in 1915. He was sentenced to be executed by a firing squad without trial, and the song describes his last moments and his incredible survival. Moguel was a member of the army of Pancho Villa and fought alongside his brothers and sisters in Santiago, the heart of the city of Merida, before being captured.


The lyrics of the song are powerful and tell the story in a vivid and emotional way, with Moguel being described as "El Fusilado", the executed one. The song captures the bravery and defiance of Moguel in the face of his execution and his will to survive. The lyrics also highlight the brutality of the Mexican Revolution and the Federales' willingness to execute people without due process.


Line by Line Meaning

Listen close to this crooked mouth
Pay attention to what I have to say


For my story I will tell–o
I will share my personal experience


Lived in Mexico by the name of Wenseslao Moguel–o
My name is Wenseslao Moguel and I lived in Mexico


Left my home in Santiago
I departed from Santiago


The heart of the city of Merida
A city I left which is in the centre of Merida


Served with my brothers and sisters all
I fought alongside my fellow soldiers


For the army of Pancho Villa
We were fighting for Pancho Villa's army


Stand me straight against the nearest wall
Position me upright against a wall


Line up your bravest soldiers oh
Bring your fearless soldiers forward


Ten good shots I'll take them all
I am prepared to face ten lethal bullets


They call me El Fusilado
My name is El Fusilado


The Federales captured me
I was apprehended by the Federales


Bound up my arms with wire
My arms were restrained with wire


Officer comes he says "Take your aim –
An officer instructed the firing squad to take aim


Steady your guns and fire!"
The order was given to shoot


Bullet holes all across my chest
I was shot multiple times in the chest


Ripped up my shirt and my body–o
My shirt and body were damaged by the bullets


Heart beat on through the silenced guns
My heart was still beating despite the gunfire


To the rhythm of life inside me–o
My heart was the only sign of life inside me


Fell to the ground the officer came
I fell to the ground and the officer approached me


One last shot to the head­–o
The captain delivered a final bullet to my head


Heard through the pain as he walked away
Despite the pain, I was still able to hear the captain walk away


And left me there for dead–o
He assumed I was dead and abandoned me


All went quiet so I crawled away
I crawled away once it was safe


I wasn't giving up to the glory
I refused to die and become a martyr


Ten good shots I took them all
I miraculously survived ten bullets


And lived to tell my story
I lived to share my tale


They call me El Fusilado.
My name has become synonymous with the incident - I am known as El Fusilado.




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