I quit my job at the gas station
It was more bearable
The girls who showed their thighs only by vice
In the convertibles
They spat a thousand bill at me
Asking me to check the oil
Today, my hands aren't dirty anymore
I don't have anyone to hurt me anymore
br/>The day the vice-president of the Council
Died in the back of his DS
I knocked on the smoked windows
And I consoled his girl
She gave me a hundred thousand lire
By asking me never to say anything
Today my hands are dirty anymore
I no longer have anyone to hurt me
Today my hands are dirty anymore
I no longer have anyone to hurt me
I quit my job at the gas station
I didn't go home anymore
I don't think it made her sad
It didn't work for the two of us...
Look at me, I don't have a leash anymore
I'm like a pope at the wheel of his cash register
Today my hands aren't dirty anymore
I don't have anyone to bother me anymore evil

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