.Baby, il mondo la domenica mattina
La paranoia della sera prima
à solo un sentimento passeggero
Un altro giorno osceno si avvicina
Baby, un rivolo di sangue sulle labbra
Due virgole di sperma sulla schiena
Perchè non immolarci tra la gente
E fare finta che non cont.
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