How the Leopard Got Its Spots - Portugal. The Man

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

Because he won’t come down

(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

(He won’t come down)

He won’t come down

(He won’t come down)

He won’t come down

(He won’t come down)

He won’t come down

(He won’t come down)

La, la, la da da

La, la, la da da

La, la, la da da

La, la, la da da

La, la, la da da

La, la, la da da

La, la, la da da

Palms are fitted black and finely tuned

To stomachs, 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?»