Angry in Paradise

Words and music © Mike Rimbaud

Pretty barefoot girl on the side of the road
On a dark street in daylight selling candy to the man in a car
What’s she going to do for Christmas, her father’s taken by the law
He was sleeping in a doorway when a bullet stopped a dream

Angry in paradise, Never free of the first world
Life isn’t fair, it’s dark sometimes
A Rio nightmare, somebody stole your bag
Samba schools teach you how to live
Shake it, shake it baby until it feels good

Afternoon cocktails in the sunshine chill
It gets warm in the wintertime, start a party in a cold shower
Dress up in dollars for dinner real money makes no sense
Exotic fruit and plain corruption, there’s everything

Everyone can dance together for a couple days every year
Let a coconut fall on my head, the beer won’t do a thing
Tourists from every country have the right idea
Don’t be afraid, Help is a nightclub in Copacabana

Angry in paradise, a hell of a vacation
Mad because it’s raining, and you wanted a tan
Those favela kids know football man
Get the carnival spirit
Shake it, shake it baby until it feels good

Take me to the mountains, where the Indians live
Find a shopping mall in a rain forest town, what’s on TV
Too much land for a couple rich men, don’t be a trouble maker man
The traffic in the jungle leads to highways downtown