E avremo
un fucile
tutto per noi
e avremo un cancello
e calce
di un bianco
bianchissimo
promesse da farci
e un cane
da guardia
ad attenderci
e baci di frisia
avremo quei baci
quel cane feroce
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
(Hey, you're really crazy... You know that?) I thought that I was calling up my…
I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…