Painted as monsters,
Borracho, cansado
Do you know what the people say?
Plucked from the garden
Of wretched beliefs
I offer a rose
And 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
Make you roll over
So roll over
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We're unwanted strangers,
Exploited and 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 oh
Roll over
Are we coming over
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