We're painted as monsters, Borracho, cansado and do you know what the people say? Plucked from the garden Of wretched beliefs I offer a rose and a smile with harmless teeth Then slick back my hair, You know the devil's in there Alone in the garden Like lumbering giants In a shameful parade We came to ruin all and make a rotten trade
And make you roll over, So roll over...
Scattered on the shore... surely washed away. Feeling somewhat deserving of what will be someday.
No, I can never stay, melancholy of the memory, of your face. No, I can never stay, melancholy For long
For I move on...
We're unwanted strangers, Exploited & dangerous Unable to hide Or even dream of it Como estas, parting the seas, Like lepers who stroll, Why you afraid sweety? I slick back my hair, You know the devil's in there So keep one eye open baby... We're so easy to spot, Lepers riding atop Pachyderms full of germs, Elephants broken and screaming and...
Roll over... Are we coming over...
Scattered on the shore... surely washed away. Scattered on the shore... surely washed away...away
Feeling somewhat deserving of what will be someday No, I can never stay, melancholy of the memory, of your face.
All alone in the garden... I've the memory of your face. No, I can never stay, anything, for long...
So come on...move Roll over! Are we coming over...
Here we go...
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