We're painted as monsters,

Borracho, cansado

Do you know what the people say?

Plucked from the garden

Of wretched 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

We'll make you roll over

So roll over

Get over...

Scared to remove the shy

Sharing much too late

Feeling so undeserving

Of what will be something

No i can never stay out of the ring

Of the memory of your face


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