Songtexte: Paint It Black. Paradise. Nicaragua.

You better watch who you call "backwards,"
Who you call "uncivilized."
Treat people like pigeons, I hope they peck out your eyes.
Throwing crumbs and passing judgement,
nobody asked you to import that shit
I see paradise and you see pavement,
Your renovations make a mess of it.
Erect monuments to excess, until there's no room left.
We'll turn this place into a tomb