Painted as monsters,
Borracho, cansado
Do you know what the people say?
Plucked from the garden
Of wicked beliefs
I offer a rose
& 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
& make a rotten trade
So roll over....

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 & screaming &....