Them Crooked Vultures - Elephants *

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...