Gib Sie Her
insieme a luci di periferia
zampate della vita sulle mie ossa
sei più sincera quando dici una bugia...
Sull'asfalto acquoso una luna affilata
a tagliare i fili che legano le stelle
stringo al cuore una lattina vuota
e scopro che hai lasciato le unghie sulla mia pelle
finestrini aperti a dissetarmi di vento
la mia ruota incollata sulla striscia bianca della mezzeria...
Gli occhi come due pezzi di vetro
tu non sei come ti credevo io
un autotreno mi ruggisce dietro
ma perché hai fatto il mondo così t
Daddy
i want to be an addict
i want to be a whore
i want to be a headcase
with no apparent cure
i want not to be responsible
for the things i do and say
to be considered a mad genius
for the idiots i blow away
i'm all up in this girl whose
husband is a cop
should i stop
hell no
hell no
i want to be eccentric in the
hughsian
sense of the word
i want to be cooked up and filleted
never to be served
i want to carry out coups
military and the like
to kidnap royal daughters from
big palaces at night
i want to do the things
they say can never be done
i want to pass every lesser car
in my lemans prepped mclaren f1
i'm all up in this girl whose
husband is a cop
should i stop
hell no
should i stop
hell no
but i think i'm being followed
i get all skitchy it's hard
to swallow
maybe i'm just wallowing
in self pity
maybe it's just this psycho city
or the fact that she's so
fucking pretty
i want the dealers to roll
me fatties
pimps pick me up in their in-the-
mud caddies
thugs lay down their gatties and
battles
i want every last motherfucking
bad guy to call me daddy
who's your daddy
you can call me daddy