Ice age Ritas, born in Havana
With their crocodile smiles and all the while
They shake their misery away, they shake their misery away
And the little ones burn into the sun
With their parachute goodbyes, as their innocence dies
They shake their misery away, they shake their misery away

Tell me the tale, of the boy who would sell
His heart just for kicks
And tell me the one about the man, who would do what he can
just to get his fix

Tell me about your broken heart, and how it rips you apart
That you’re all alone and with nobody
And tell me about how you’re so sad, and how it makes you so mad
That you keep on spreading your misery

Ice age Ritas, born in Havana
With their crocodile smiles and all the while
They shake their misery away, they shake their misery away
And the little ones burn into the sun
With their parachute goodbyes, as their innocence dies
They shake their misery away, they shake their misery away

See these moving pictures, see these moving pictures
Move me to tears
See these moving pictures OH! see these moving pictures
Move me to tears

And I will cry when my father dies and they place him in the ground
Just like he would cry if I swallowed all these pills and let myself drown

but no...

I would carry this whole world on my shoulders
If it would bring me back to you
And I would go fight in the desert
If it could sweep me back to you

but no...

It would only bring death, oh

Sing to me, sing to me
Why don't you just sing to me
You got a voice of an angel in there
Why don't you just let it on out
Why don't you get your lips so close to my ear
And sing to me