Palms are fitted black, 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 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

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



Palms are fitted black 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?"