Curanderismo

Illness isn't magic unless the magic's black.
It's like stealing all the devil's apples and now he wants them back.
Read the sign! Didn't you read the sign?!
"There'll be no stealing from my apple trees."
Cut the garlic, light a candle, pray seven times, and now we're back where we began.
"What a horrible night to have a curse," he laughs.
My luck fails as yours comes through, so what's your excuse for that?
Evil Eye! He's a witch in disguise!
Someone help get this curse off of me!
Cut the garlic, light a candle, pray seven times, and now we're back where we began.
The first time is superstition. The second incident feels real.
The third time is religion, and religion is how we heal.
Curandero! Curandera!
Make me medicine to heal my son!"
Get the garlic, light a candle, pray seven times, and now we're back where we began.