Great Mission (Remastered)

The jungle near

Manaus The

Amazonas full of piranhas

The birds of paradise

Disappear into the green desert

For years and years

We are hungry and desperate

For the only thing worth living

The excess

We end our

Great Mission

Exhausted and sad

And there is no hope left

When suddenly

In a cloud of golden smog

The father of excess

Jumps out of the water of

The Amazonas full of piranhas

And screams to the lost souls

What are you doing at the

Amazonas Leave

Manaus full of piranhas [burp!]

You will not find excess in the jungle

And then He opened the green curtain

Made of fleshy leaves and said

I show you the excess of the

Asphalt a

Montmartre

The excess of the belly-dance

In Abu Dhabi

And the excess of the everlasting night in

Manhattan [burp!]

Are you ready for the sensation del tango a

Rosario? Leave him, the gorilla

Leave the jungle of the

Amazonas Leave

Manaus full of piranhas

And follow father excess...