Letra de Malarone

He's a protozoan, he's just a filthy protozoan
The roads are dry and dusty and we're taking in the scenery
Waving to the people in the fields;
This is life to me, as far as the eye can see
And you are dead to me
I was twisted up in Cwezi shrines and you were the anomaly
A conceited disease
Time spent in foreign lands is a cure, it seems
And it triggered a change in me
This is an unfamiliar strain, I have no immunity
Ravenous and unrelenting, pathogenic and parasitic
This is unclean and it has to be treated
Parasite in the bloodstream: this is unclean
And he's feeding, he's been feeding on everything
The roads were dry and dusty, we were taking in the scenery
Waving to the people in the fields;
This was life to me, as far as the eye could see
And you were dead to me
He's just a filthy protozoan