Cumpa 'I don't go down again a Poggioreale Unless you accompany me a floral garland or a 'funerary urn That crime, then we fled in Ireland The cover was the call center of Sri Lanka Deliveries of sugar for Koreans in l'Oreal's packs lacquer Ever loyal, the same table in the ceremonies But in front of a proposal I haven't heard remorse What do you want from me? Money is like lemon in coffee: take away the headaches After you have vanished, and you have removed the gloves, is the same Your father in law I thought was strange in the entrance hall of the scale, returning from taking the pension made the long steps to the elevator You know how it works, the lie isn't just sham And my intention, is be a leader and split the command Who, where, why, how and when Abandon the old-fashioned mentality Or are with me or against me Do you know what I think? In truth ,I don't never regret of greed the malice can not always avenge them In my mind I see a sequence, the echo of the hammer of the judgment The lawsuits, kidnappings, the carpenter who fell in the yard The antenna, the flashing light, his head down with force impacts the carriage and swells, my sister like a sucker And now you ask me to come quickly the pump of Esso on the 'Asse Mediano I need a sniff so don't intuit the stress ....
The blue lights, when through the checkpoints I see from the windshield, the pieces of the wheel, didn't stop us in time in Q7,or before on bicycles always together, having fun at the back of those who went to school with folders We children of the district, we invented toys, a blowgun become 'machine gun in a closure of eyelids, looking at the sun through the branches of the trees we blow into the gloves of wool and contemplate the poverty in which we grow Benches, duvets and clean faces selling drugs out to nurseries, Did you know that Dad died the same day that go out [of prison], and I know that once in the ground, your grave will be next to mine Flight 'time, switching between car thieves to war machines, it was the period of the Superga And I always ready with a cushion for an execution and the shovel to bury, the stakes paying attention the casualness with which we paint the rooms of red Forced to extort for money and a future, until, kissed me, like Judas, you bought me a Triumph like I'm not smart enough to understand that you sold me, Strange! You were crucified, and I the necklace! The Knights of the Rotonde of Secondigliano The tears dissolve by themselves I am an angel of sin but from tomorrow flight with a single wing
