fifty bears jumped on my neck
and f*go told me it would come back, yeah!
he said: “sometimes it’s very painful
when they are biting and trying to suck, suck!”
you see, this evening as an executioner
tormented me again
and lost apostles kicked my *ss!
kicked so strong
and the colored lady did nothing
to make me feel well
they killed my soul
i wanted it cos i’m a fool
in rome you will take your vengeance
-rocca was sure
it is to be ninety-two, yeah!
-some guys will cry
and the city always knows where i’m going
in it; s swollen dead body
the city will send apostles
the city’s not stupid
chorus: waitin’ 4, waitin’ 4
spoken: f*go wrote me a letter,
he said: “i got no money
for bread, for wine, and for condoms, either but…”