Good Feeling
vanno per la strada tutti fieri ed impettiti
si sentono virili, atletici e puristi
sono merda secca al sole, sono luridi fascisti!
Domenica allo stadio tutti a sfogare,
frustrazioni accumulate in settimane ad obbedire
obbedire ad un potere strumentale al capitale
sissignore, mi dispiace ho fatto male.
Cala la notte e messe a posto le cartelle
reggono i calzoni con due comode bretelle
rasano la testa, l’anfibio bene in mostra
coltello nella tasca, e incomincia la giostra.
Drogato, negro, frocio,
Hope
The Martyrs of democracy are lying in the street,
People with the power, kill to keep their piece,
A string of lies justifies, whatever they decide will be, and steal the right of liberty.
And I hope it's gonna be alright, (it's gonna be alright), alright
And I hope it's gonna be alright, (it's gonna be alright), alright
Naivete, the sanctuary, was bequethed to the young,
we hand them a legacy of all we have become,
The moral crimes of evil minds, forever blinded by their greed, have lost all sight of honesty.
And I hope they're gonna see the light, (it's gonna be alright), alright
And I hope they're gonna be alright, (they're gonna be alright), alright
Fuel the fire with our desire, to buy a life of luxury, and peace of mind with charity,
And I hope I'm going to sleep tonight, (it's gonna be alright), alright
And I hope they're gonna be alright, (they're gonna be alright), alright
aaaaar, it's gonna be alright, (it's gonna be alright), alright
aaaaar, (it's gonna be alright), alright