Same old smiles in the sun A parade in white, It's time for some fun The general waves from his stage To the samba queen, let out of the cage Happily she's dancing To celebrate this day Seven sins, seven years And all he has to say:... Maybe saome say: "That is life: Being eaten, the fittest survive..." Still I won't be able to dance My toes are gone, cut off in advance Have you faced the terror? Samba-dancing death Torture toys to make you talk And all you've got to say is:...