La Promessa Dell'Anno

Hey ah ah, mm ah

What will the newspapers say? The promise of the year
And I say fuck you all, fuck you, like ass-kissers, but
What will the newspapers say? The promise of the year
And I say fuck you to all the ass-kissers
Like fuck you to all the ass-kissers, bleah

Hey, try having a world inside
And not finding the words to get it off your lips
With a hook, I'll go down into the gut to catch it
Vomiting out the juice of the speech, ah
A judge will say about me if I deserve it or if I'm wrong
If I can walk on water with my head held high
A thief will say about me if I'm rich or if I fake
Hunger like the others living on the street
They'll only understand me after my death, so
I'll shoot myself in the head before hoping too much
My children will enrich me and I'll say be strong, so
I'll shoot the first one who walks limping
I hate suffering, I prefer to annul myself
Make space in silence not to wake the ghosts
I hate euphoria because I struggle to control myself
I walk and the steps are nothing but spasms

That's enough
I've sanded my ass a little
Of all of you, that's enough
Life is beautiful because it's short, you shut up and-

What will the newspapers say? The promise of the year
And I say fuck you all, fuck you, like ass-kissers, but
What will the newspapers say? The promise of the year
And I say fuck you to all the ass-kissers
Like fuck you to all the ass-kissers, bleah

Fuck
At home I'm alone and a door slams
The shivers compete to see who will get to the head first
I have a shitty back, yes I know
I need rest, they tell me
That when I'm well there's something that bothers
The quiet life is for others
Cut with glass powder like ganja
I'm a cigarette of magical substances
I'm the voice of a woman in the body of an animal
What will the newspapers say? It's the promise of the year
Is it talent? Yes, unlike someone else
I'm hunchbacked because I took beatings
A not very lovable daughter, a friend when I can
I'm the wife of an invaluable forgiveness
That I betray secretly out of boredom
I go pew, pew
I go pew, pew
I go pew, pew

What will the newspapers say? The promise of the year
And I say fuck you all, fuck you, like ass-kissers, but
What will the newspapers say? The promise of the year
And I say fuck you to all the ass-kissers
Like fuck you to all the ass-kissers, bleah