The Boys From Brazil

Jungle protects the past Jungle protects the past Man in white pressed finger tips Against suntanned bodies Steaming skins and silver hair Even better than a medal Even better than a medal When in Rome Electric cavemen When in Rome Propeller dying When in Rome Silently praying My honour is my loyalty Is life more precious than property Here comes the bride All dressed in white Time to think Can we have a little more light Palm oil Surrounded by burnt bodies Over the phone came hate Why do the girls always follow the boys from Brazil Why do the girls always follow the boys from Brazil Why have I been spared Vengeance Why have I been spared if not for vengeance Vengeance for those wasted years If we forget the past we're doomed to repeat it