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1. _ Waitin' For The Hair
Fifty bears jumped on my neck
And fago told me it would come back, yeah!
He said: "Sometimes it's very painful
When they are biting and trying to suck, suck!"
You see, this evening as an executioner
Tormented me again
And lost apostles kicked my ass!
Kicked so strong
And the colored lady did nothing
To make me feel well
They killed my soul
I wanted it cos I'm a fool In Rome you will take your vengeance
-Rocca was sure
It is to be ninety-two, yeah!
-Some guys will cry
And the city always knows where I'm going
In it;s swollen dead body
The city will send apostles
The city's not stupid
Waitin' 4, waitin' 4
Fago wrote me a letter,
He said: "I got no money
For bread, for wine, and for condoms, either but..."
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2. _ I Mean Acid / Do you Like It?
It's not true, that I'm a drunkard
Even though mother damned a thousand times,
It's not true, that I'm ungreatful
But I'm not without a blemish too.
It's true, Jim has almost killed me
Even though he wasn't my master
It's true - I'm not afraid of acid
And I'd like everything right now.
Somebody said that I'm a kid
And he was absolutely right
Somebody saw me mixin' "Bloody Titus"
He said, "It's not an attraction."
A drunk lady danced behind me
Naked in my black leather
I Intended to fuck her as cold as stone
But I couldn't - I got too much
And it's true, that I'm wicked
Even though they thanked me many times
It's true that I'm a motherfucker
But I don't fell any repulsion to myself
Hey you, don't tell me, don't even try,
That fault is only mine,
And don't damn acid,
It's cheap and it kicks so well
I mean acid! Do you like it?!
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3. _ Barmy Army
Swimmin' in shit I've got all on command
Always, everywhere I've got something to do,
The screams of blockheads - almost shootin' the dead
Oh! What's the stink, revolutions in my brain!
On one command we wake up, we're a mob
Followin' the madmen we bleed by our eyes,
And one shout gives us a dream
A big problem we've got - can we dream or not?!
His stupid snout and arms like a buffalo
His carrion will fill up empty spaces in a battle - array
Curses like a bandit and leaps at the wall
Notorious fool - automatic uniform
He knows so little, but here he's the law
He didn't make efforts to get on my nerves
I hate his laughter, it isn't sincere
He reacts to command - an animal intellect.
They talk about it and try to frighten
They talk about that - delude by rewards
My carrion will fill up this empty place
I'll stay unknown - driven into concrete.
I'm a shooter and a target, I'm a hero - killer.
If I kill more I'll get a monument
I'll die with desire, I got their word:
Fire will burn over my head!
Barmy Army, Dead Army, Barmy Army, Shadows Army.
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4. _ Del Rocca
Certainly Rocca in his stinkin' uniform
Settles matters with Chianti, sitting in La Scala
Scrawling on a piece of the wall, stresses it word by word
He sells pills to dirty imbeciles.
He sets off, lookin' for viruses
So that his easy hand makes the strings sound
He says: "I believe, but not everyone"
He talked with an acid head, flyin' home.
Rocca counts stars or looks inside the soul
He's going to give a nipper for the old Europe
He congeals in silence, just like a rock,
When from the heights speaks to him miss Bush.
He prowls in the mountains, escapes bears
He watches France from the top of a hill
He stinks and says: "I f... the bottle,"
Too often he shoots at people and strikes at his skull!
Rocca repels the attacks of gloomy sad fools,
He... makes their souls so happy
He says, when it ends, for sure he'll come here
To make an exception: to shoot at you, at you!
He cannot understand, the Junta hate him,
Rocca haunts policemen with a rubber banana,
He's organisin' the flock and bringin' crates of beer
His lady's reprimandin' him, no, no, no,
Rocca got too much!!!
He's like steel, hard like a motherf...er,
But he's gonna live not long,
Wake up sucker!
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