Malarazza

You complain, but why complain? Grab a stick and pull out your teeth
You complain, but why complain? Grab a stick and pull out your teeth
You complain, but why complain? Grab a stick and pull out your teeth

A long time ago in a square
He prayed to Christ on the cross and complained
Christ, my master mistreats me
Treats me like a dog in the street
He takes everything with his big hands
Even my life he says is his
Destroy it, Jesus, this damn mess!
Destroy it, Jesus, do it for me! Do it for me!

You complain, but why complain? Grab a stick and pull out your teeth
You complain, but why complain? Grab a stick and pull out your teeth

And Christ answered me from the cross
For whom are your arms broken?
Who wants justice, let them do it!
No one will do it for you anymore!
If you're a man and not a crazy head
Listen well to my sentence
That I wouldn't be crucified
If I had done what belongs to you
That I wouldn't be crucified!

You complain, but why complain? Grab a stick and pull out your teeth
You complain, but why complain? Grab a stick and pull out your teeth