Them Crooked Vultures - Elephants (Rock, Alternative Music) ☯ The Art of Mind ☯ → the-art-of-mind.ru | Текст песни

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Painted as monsters,
Borracho, cansado
Do you know what the people say?
Plucked from the garden
Of wretched beliefs
I offer a rose
and a 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...
she'll be washed away.
Feeling somewhat deserving
of what will be.

No, I can never stay, melancholy
of the memory, of your face.
No, I can never stay, melancholy
For long

For I move on...

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 and screaming and...

Roll over...
Are we coming over...

Scattered on the shore...
she'll be washed away.
Scattered on the shore...
she'll be washed away...away

Feeling somewhat deserving
of what will be someday
No, I can never stay, melancholy
of the memory, of your face.

All alone in the garden...
of all that stroke for the best
No, I can never stay, anything,
for long...

So come on...move
Roll over!
Are we coming over...

Here we go...