(feat. Navigator)
Have I ever told you about Tom? .. Of his hatred in store for him,
His life is hell, he works two jobs alternately all winter.
His little girls in his arms, their love eternal,
If the fame will ring  per we ci we will dance and slow.
Look at his wife smiling, in sad misery,
staring into space in a second to become serious again.
let her sleep on the concept of luck
without matter, form or explanation .
He hates the moon because he knows it transforms him at midnight
among dishonest, whores and the worst corrupt people.
He manages a company and is a semi-entrepreneur
went into failure, work half a season.
They aim for the center, diameters.
They increase taxes, it's a 5-figure race for taximeters.
And how do you like it? how do you want it to go? ¨? how are you doing? how do you want me to be?!
Without God, lost on the right path.
Everything will be fine until the day that comes, the day of ordinary madness.
No apology, real ghetto-ology
/>No inna dem Greek mythology
or dem criminal ideology
No Scientology. Watch you terminology. Stop di radiology, stop destroy di archeology.
what we gonna do we now / its about to explode
what we gonna say now / system overload
still they keep pressing the poor / til we cant take it no more
time to we find a solution / we need a revolution.
Have I ever told you about Tom? Husky-like eyes under the mountain pass
He beats on the helmets of the cops, he punches in anger.
Gathers the city, suburbs and countryside,
to give equal opportunities in Carfagna's place.
/>He says let's stay united the affront is obvious,
he doesn't want to change the world but only his country.
He doesn't ask for much,
he wants to make it to the end of the month without hitting his back on the ground, Taekwondo.
He wears a cross around his neck, will he be God who rises again?
His revolt is a language for those who have no voice.
Put on the ropes, tense like harps
We walk with dignity with vomit on his shoes.
Tom no longer thinks, he has his finger on the trigger
he shoots the public debt from the roof
of the top floor of his dreams, but he's better off forgetting reality. br/>We will stay awake waiting for those days
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