The Boys From Brazil Lyrics

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