Acid Drinkers
Del Rocca
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| Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man |
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Текст песни 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
Hes 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 hell 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,
Hes organisin the flock and bringin crates of beer
His ladys reprimandin him, no, no, no,
Rocca got too much!!!
Hes like steel, hard like a motherf...er,
But hes gonna live not long,
Wake up sucker!
[ Del Rocca Lyrics ]
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