Per La Bona Gent

I have three doors in my house
Open to all winds
The one that is open for you
The other for the good people
The one that is open for you
The other for the good people

Here I am, in full control of my instincts, showing
Alibis that a couple of friends will contrast you
I come protecting our laws since I was little, calm
That in no weapon will you find traces of my fingers

And it's true that I didn't do it, I wouldn't be able to
And it's true that that night I wasn't in the city
But refine the questions, refine the questions

That I haven't said if I'm good yet
You still don't know if I'm good
I haven't said yet that an idea inspires me
That a great conviction moves me
You still don't know if with my step
I make the world a little better

I have three doors in my house
Open to all winds
The one that is open for you
The other for the good people

I know the slang of the community, you will find me
Inside a respectable house, enjoying being loved
I fit hands, I dominate the tones and I wrinkle my nose when I see
Behaviors that have seemed completely inadequate to me

And it's true that I didn't do it, I wouldn't be able to
Check the security cameras
And refine the questions, refine the questions

That I haven't said if I'm good yet, you still don't know if I'm good
You still don't know if I calculate my actions seeking a reward
I haven't said if I'm good yet, you still don't know if I'm good
You still don't know if I dedicate my strength, if I guide my actions
Towards a banal subsistence or if I'm pursuing some higher good

Look at the Innocent Evil!, he comes all smug and with his hat
Making a grand gesture he greeted a girl and a soldier
Here comes the Innocent Evil!, he wiggles his butt, smiles at everyone
Scourge of bad mood, scourge of the deviant, guarantor of Truth

And who must he be?
Where is he going, where does he come from?
What does he want?
What does he have?
And what the hell have they told him that causes these levels of hilarity?

You still don't know if I'm good
I haven't said if I'm good yet
You still don't know if laziness dominates me
If I'm spoiled by fear
I haven't said if I have a pure soul or
If I'm overcome by base passions

You still don't know how many minutes I need
For you to praise this song
I haven't said yet if the joy of others
Brings me only joy or makes me well up inside a poison
A remedy, a subtle form of pain

I have three doors in my house
Open to all winds
The one that is open for you
The other for the good people
The third one for death
That will close with my time