Come un fiume di cittA Sopravvivi, tempo lento e denso, grigiore intenso. Occhi rossi rapidi, clandestini, sputi dritto al centro senza un lamento. Tu
Massimiliano Casacci // Davide Di Leo // Samuel Romano // Luca Vicini Come un fiume di citta Sopravvivi, tempo lento e denso, grigiore intenso.
: Massimiliano Casacci // Davide Di Leo // Samuel Romano // Luca Vicini Come un fiume di citta Sopravvivi, tempo lento e denso, grigiore intenso
Uh! Ya too rude! Uh! Eh! What a rat race! Oh, what a rat race! Oh, what a rat race! Oh, what a rat race! This is the rat race! Rat race! (Rat race!)
If your memory serves you well We're going to meet again and wait So I'm going to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive will
One, two, three, four You don't want to share with anyone else You got all the money, you got all the wealth You got all the buildings and the factories
To be someone must be a wonderful thing A famous footballer a rock singer Or a big film star Yes, I think I would like that To be rich and have lots
Won't you be my wagon wheel Won't you tell me, baby, how do you feel Yeah, you got to live, yeah, your life As though you're number one Yeah, you got
Driving home to be with you The highway's dividing, the city's in view As usual, I'm almost on time You're the last thing that's on my mind I wish I could
Slob on my knob like corn on the cob Check in with me and do your job Lay on the bed and give me head Don't have to ask, don't have to beg Juicy is my
I think I smell a rat in my house Baby, I believe you got just too late Aw, I smell a rat, I smell a rat in my house Honey, I think you walkin' 'round
She sure digs the cut and thrust She loves the sound of noses busting Because her favorite color's red It goes with her head And she thinks it's just
In returning to the scene of a fatal accident The glass on the ground holds evidence Of all that went wrong, of all that was missed So sorry I missed
At the party after the show I see a face I wanna get to know Wink wink, nudge nudge Tell me do you like the rudest stuff Show me how you've got to make
Voy cambiandome de piel sintiendo la metamorfosis Voy rastreando el camaleon siguiendo su cinismo interno Voy contigo a dominar las leyes que no son la
Well, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith Nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't have to, want to have to deal with
