90MIN

Yeah, this is Italy
School run by nuns
Team of my heart
I swear I love it
No work
No hard feelings (hey)
This is Italy, yeah (hey)
This is Italy, yeah (hey)

This is Italy, guns and dialect
They talk tight
Bro, it’s not that I can’t hear
It’s just that I really don’t get what the hell you said
Strong coffee, with a shot
Summer, that damn Cornetto
Kids raised on the playground (Goal for Italy)
Then hit the streets to throw down
Kissing the rings of severed hands
Unemployed with paid vacations
The mafia doesn’t take a holiday, it kills you in the summer
They make a TV series and it’s all déjà vu
Technology takes us far away
We struggle to speak Italian
Now I’ve got social issues
Thank goodness, this year we’re winning the World Cup

Please, make yourselves comfortable
The show is starting
It’s like flying economy
But without the barf bags
Bodies covered in scratches
Faces looking for slaps
But they always find applause
Applause, applause, applause, applause
Applause, applause, applause, applause
Ninety minutes of applause

Hey, hey
This is Italy, it’s a twisted mind
Shut your mouth or they’ll take your guard away
Information, you know, here it doesn’t inform
Racists listening to hip hop
Something’s not right
Italy has its snobby charm
Milan is up there in the smog
An old opera that’s been going on for ages
Can’t find an ending like Turandot
Powerful forces open the accounts but close the ports
They steal the money, impossible to oppose
People smile with cuts on their wrists, eh

Emergency room, huh, we’re already dead, hey
Fighting in a sea of hate, drowned by our regrets
God, I haven’t seen you but we know each other
I hate the Church but I’m Christian
Before being a true Italian, try to be human

Please, make yourselves comfortable
The show is starting
It’s like flying economy
But without the barf bags
Bodies covered in scratches
Faces looking for slaps
But they always find applause
Applause, applause, applause, applause
Applause, applause, applause, applause
Ninety minutes of applause

Brr, hey (ahí)
In summer in Italy, Latin influence
They’re looking for the summer hit
Rum and cocaine, codeine
Seems like they’ve got a dog’s cough
I loosen my belt
Suck me, suck my dick
I won’t let these shitty rappers win
I’ll be back on top to give them a push

We inform the passengers that this plane
Is about to crash to the ground
Fasten your seatbelt
Lebon on the mic

Please, make yourselves comfortable
The show is starting
It’s like flying economy
But without the barf bags
Bodies covered in scratches
Faces looking for slaps
But they always find applause
Applause, applause, applause, applause
Applause, applause, applause, applause
Ninety minutes of applause