She drenched herself in a bottle of gin
But she forgot that melancholia could swim
As cold as a polish boy in the winter
She lays down and wait for a lover and a future
But she forgot that melancholia could swim
As cold as a polish boy in the winter
She lays down and wait for a lover and a future
Untamable as a lonely traveller
Undefeatable, there ain’t no challengers
He who greets you in the morning
Is the same one who spits on you at night
With his evilness
With his evilness
If my words cut like a razor blade
Your actions are sharper than a knife
Remember, ota benga
Don’t take me with your circus to the sky
Because they will all clap
And treat me like a clown
With their american flags
American flags
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