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 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
She'll be washed away

Feeling somewhat deserving,
Of what will be some day
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 and dangerous
Unable to hide
Or even dream of it
Como estas, parting the seas,
We're 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, away...

Feeling somewhat deserving,
of what will be some day
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?