Portugal. The Man - How The Leopard Got Its Spots

Palms are fitted black and finely tuned
To triggers cause bodies that tremble

But this mud looks shallow from the beach
When we hide behind such ugly faces
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head
“Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?”

Child bearing games from the streets down to the shores
They’re playing as waterways open in an obscene gaping gasp.

But this mud looks shallow from the beach
When we hide behind such ugly faces
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head
“Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?”

“Rally all your men there is work to be done”
Still we don’t have the time for speaking out of place
He won’t come down
He won’t come down
He won’t come down

When lengths of snakes match each silent syllable
“With eyes like these”
Face glistening with suspense of a scalpel blade
Clockwork calculating surgical precision.

But this mud looks shallow from the beach
When we hide behind such ugly faces
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head
“Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?”

“Rally all your men there is work to be done”
Still we don’t have the time for speaking out of place
He won’t come down x8

Palms are fitted black and finely tuned
To stomach that swallowed whole that bayou

But this mud looks shallow from the beach
When we hide behind such ugly faces
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head
“Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?”