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
I'll 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
I've the memory of your face
No, I can never stay melancholy
For long
For I move on
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 of germs
Elephants broken and screaming and oh
Roll over
Are we coming over
Scattered on the shore
Surely washed away
Scattered on the shore
Surely be washed away
Away, away
Feeling somewhat deserving
Of what will be someday
No, I can never stay melancholy
I've the memory of your face
All alone in the garden
Of long lost hopeful plans
No, I can never stay anything for long
So come on, move
Roll over
Are we coming over?
Here we go