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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 &.... From Letras Mania