Fichettini inamidati tutti turgidi e induriti,
vanno per la strada tutti fieri ed impettiti
si sentono virili, atletici e puristi
sono merda secca al sole, sono luridi fascisti!
Domenica allo stadio tutti a sfogare,
frustrazioni accumulate in settimane ad obbedire
obbedire ad un potere strumentale al capitale
sissignore, mi dispiace ho fatto male.
Cala la notte e messe a posto le cartelle
reggono i calzoni con due comode bretelle
rasano la testa, l’anfibio bene in mostra
coltello nella tasca, e incomincia la giostra.
Drogato, negro, frocio,
Me And You
Here she comes she's walking towards me
And now the one place I want to be
Is with you hand and hand side by side
Out of luck because I run and hide
Think about you all the time
Tried to get you out of my mind
Hold on a second let me give a clue
One and one equals me and you
Here she comes walking towards me again
Problem now is she's with her boyfriend
Out of jealousy I punched him in the eye
But he hit me harder all I did was cry
Think about you all the time
Tried to get you out of my mind
Hold on a second let me give a clue
One and one equals me and you