Letra de The Revenge Of Ota Benga

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 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