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...      Scattered on the shore,   surely washed away.   Feeling somewhat deserving   of what will be someday.   No I can never stay MELANCHOLY,   I've the memory of your face.   No I can never stay melancholy for long...      until 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 & screaming &...      SCATTERED ON THE SHORE,   surely washed away.   Feeling somewhat deserving   of what will be someday.   No I can never stay melancholy,   I've the memory of your face.   All alone in the garden   of long lost hopeful plans.   No I can never stay anything.....   for long.