They are Exu
I am Iemanjá
They sacrifice living creatures
I bath in the sea
My body is bullet-proof
No one is gonna get me
A-side B-side
B-side A-side
When the shit hits the fan
I'd rather have Jorge Ben
Singing at top volume on my Walkman
Waiting for the next year's Carnival
I don't know whether this is gonna be a mean
or a peaceful year
What shields you is the man's law
My shield is God's law
I stick up for my identity
Just to tell you this: "We are not alike"
There's a witchcraft work in the corner of the future's alley
with those well-known offerings every day
I'm gonna come near it, ask for my wish to come true, and thank the divinities
Sometimes the victory of a man
Is hidden in an act of bravery of his
Which no one but him can see
I am a tireless, hard working man
I will face each one of my days
With the faith in God, fighting hard for my living
I hope not to be here
When the troubled times break out