Dusty Garrets
Miscellaneous
Text ( A. Gambella - M. Tinetti )
Music ( The Dusty Garrets )
Sunday night; rain coming down
I'm on foot and the streets are deserted
but I'll make it, I'll return home
twenty kilometers or more: but let's not throw ourselves down!
I hear noises steps; the Punks from behind
they attacked me and kicked my balls
and threw me down, I can't breathe anymore:
central municipal sewer pipe
Mario, Mario come home from me!
This life is not made for you!
I barely get up among the stinking sewage
I wander around suspiciously with the AURETTA between my teeth
but I'll make it ', I'll return home'
twenty manhole covers further on: the return to the city!
Atrocious squeak; they are giant mice
they are everywhere, my goodness there are so many of them
they throw me down, I can't resist anymore:
my jacket is torn, my leg is bitten!
Mario, Mario the life is not a movie!
The urban jungle is not that of Ho-Chi-Min!
I tighten the bandana around my arm
the infection is latent and I feel like one rag
but I'll make it, I'll return home
five blocks further: with the help of the saints!
Finally a light, a little hope
in at the end of the road there is my mother walking forward
she cheers me up a little, I can't take it anymore
and going up onto the bridge: she caresses my forehead!
Mario, Mario you will never grow up!
You are not capable of staying out of trouble!
Mario, Mario come home to me!
This life is not made for you!

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