1. OWN MY MIND
Well I don’t know your secrets, I’m no visionary
Yeah, I don’t know your story but I like what I see
So, tell me what you‘ve been missing
I’ll do anything to get you ticking
And you might be the answer to the sinner in me, oh
It's automatic
You know I just gotta have it
I'll make your body a habit
You know there's some kind of magic, uh huh
Do you wanna, do you wanna
Own my mind, own my mind?
Do you wanna, do you wanna
All the time, all the time?
Do you wanna know what the good good bad things all feel like?
Yeah, do you wanna, do you wanna
Own my mind, own my mind?
Own my mind, own my mind?
Own my mind, own my mind?
Do you wanna know what the good good bad things all feel like?
Do you wanna, do you wanna
Own my mind, own my mind?
In my civilization you’re the king and the queen
I’m praying at your altar if you know what I mean
Yeah, everything I’ve been missing
You’ve been serving up in your kitchen
No I’m not even superstitious
But I'm feeling you’re something vicious, yeah
It's automatic
You know I just gotta have it
I'll make your body a habit
You know there's some kind of magic, uh huh
Do you wanna, do you wanna
Own my mind, own my mind?
Do you wanna, do you wanna
All the time, all the time?
Do you wanna know what the good good bad things all feel like?
Yeah do you wanna, do you wanna
Own my mind, own my mind?
Own my mind, own my mind?
Own my mind, own my mind?
Do you wanna know what the good good bad things all feel like?
Do you wanna, do you wanna
Own my mind, own my mind?
Do you want a long night?
Do you wanna be mine?
Do you wanna go once, go twice?
Uh huh
Long night?
Do you wanna be mine?
Do you wanna go once, go twice?
Uh huh
Do you wanna, do you wanna
Own my mind, own my mind?
Do you wanna, do you wanna
Own my mind, own my mind?
Do you wanna know what the good good bad things all feel like?
Do you wanna, do you wanna
Own my mind, own my mind?
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Rabin, B. Berger, N. Cyphert
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Rabin, B. Berger, N. Cyphert
Produzione: Fabrizio Ferraguzzo, Måneskin
2. GOSSIP feat TOM MORELLO
Welcome to the city of lies
Where everything’s got a price
It’s gonna be your new favorite place
You can be a movie star
And get everything you want
Just put some plastic on your face
This place is a circus
You just see the surface
They cover shit under the rug
You can’t see they’re faking
They’ll never be naked
Just fill your drink
With tonic gin
This is the American dream, so
Sip
The gossip
Drink till you choke
Sip
The gossip
Burn down your throat
You’re not iconic
You are just like them all
Don't act like you don’t know
Sip
The gossip
Drink till you choke
Sip
The gossip
Burn down your throat
You’re not iconic
You are just like them all
Don't act like you don’t know
Keep drinking and acting cool
Don't care if your day is blue
Nobody loves a gloomy face, just
Take your pills and dance all night
Don't think at all, that’s the advice
So c'mon let’s try, it’s just a taste
This place is a circus
You just see the surface
They cover shit under the rug
You can’t see they’re faking
They’ll never be naked
Just fill your drink
With tonic gin
This is the American dream, so
Sip
The gossip
Drink till you choke
Sip
The gossip
Burn down your throat
You’re not iconic
You are just like them all
Don't act like you don’t know
So sip
The gossip
Drink till you choke
Sip
The gossip
Burn down your throat
You’re not iconic
You are just like them all
Don't act like you don’t know
So sip
The gossip
Drink till you choke
Sip
The gossip
Burn down your throat
You’re not iconic
You are just like them all
Don't act like you don’t know
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, M. Love, J. Janiak
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, M. Love, J. Janiak
Produzione: Fabrizio Ferraguzzo, Måneskin
3. TIMEZONE
You’re wearing my old clothes but you, you wear it better
And every time I see your face the moon should be jealous
And I keep talking to the wall till he’s a friend of mine
I call you every hour just to tell you that I’m losing my mind
Now I know you’re sleeping
Where I’m supposed to be
Wish I could’ve stayed
The only thing that keeps us apart is 7 thousand miles
Running like a mad dog
The only thing that keeps us apart is a different timezone
So fuck what I’m dreaming
This fame has no meaning
I’m coming home
The only thing that keeps us apart is a different timezone
Tomorrow I’ve got another plane
I’m not gonna take it
Instead I’m gonna fly straight to you
I paid double for the tickets
And I don’t give a shit about the contracts that I signed
And they can say whatever we’ll be making love, I’m fucking you tonight
Now I know you’re sleeping
Where I’m supposed to be
Wish I could’ve stayed
The only thing that keeps us apart is 7 thousand miles
Running like a mad dog
The only thing that keeps us apart is a different timezone
So fuck what I’m dreaming
This fame has no meaning
I’m coming home
The only thing that keeps us apart is a different timezone
So fuck what I’m dreaming
This fame has no meaning
I’m coming home
The only thing that keeps us apart is a different timezone
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, J. Tranter
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, J. Tranter
Produzione: Rami Yacoub, Sly
4. BLA BLA BLA
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
You broke my heart so I crashed your car
You say you’re sorry, well I bet you are
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla
I hate your face but I like your mums
You play it smart but you look so dumb
Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
And ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I wanna fuck, let’s go to my spot
But I’m too drunk and I can’t get hard
Ha-hard ha-ha-ha-ha-hard
And bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla
You said you love me but it’s just for fun
Give me a chance and I’ll make you a lady
Gaga-gaga-gaga-ga
And ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
You like cocaine but you don't like pot
You say I’m a loser cuz I want a puff
Puf puf puf puf puf puf puf
And bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla
You said goodbye so guess what I’ve done
I called your best friend and I said wassup
Let’s fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
So ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And then we went to your favorite club
She drank too much and she said you are
A twat twat twat twat twat twat
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Then I drove into a parking lot
She smiled and told me “you have a massive car”
Ca-car ca-ca-ca-cock
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I don't get how I felt in love
I guess I liked playing with your dog
It made me feel like we had a son
But fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck you
My mama told me that she never liked you
My life sucks and the blame is on you
So fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck you again
No no no no no no no
You got me angry and now I love punk
I listen to The Smiths crying alone
So please please let me get what I want
So fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck you
All my friends they were right about you
You are so basic and you’ve got stupid tattoos
So fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck you again
And do no no no no no no
You said I’m ugly and my band sucks
But i just got a billion streaming song
So kiss my bu-bu-bu–bu-bu-bu-butt
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, P. Rycroft, P. B. Navarro
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, P. Rycroft, P. B. Navarro
Produzione: Fabrizio Ferraguzzo, Måneskin
5. BABY SAID
What’s your thoughts about religion?
Are you close to your mother?
Tell me ‘bout your dream vacation
And all of your ex lovers
Tell me now
What’s that look
On your face?
She puts her hand on my lips begging please end this conversation
Baby said
When you’re talking I go dead
Shut your mouth, give me your head
Uh uh uh uh
I know you really want to
Baby said
Let me taste your silhouette
You can talk between my legs
Uh uh uh uh
I know you really want to
Tell me what's your favorite color?
And all of your ambitions
I’m not afraid of you being vulgar
But why are you so vicious?
Tell me now
What’s that look
On your face?
She puts her hand on my lips begging please end this conversation
Baby said
When you’re talking I go dead
Shut your mouth, give me your head
Uh uh uh uh
I know you really want to
Baby said
Let me taste your silhouette
You can talk between my legs
Uh uh uh uh
I know you really want to
I was running and running and running and running and running after you
I was running and running and running and running and running after you
I was crying and loving while you were just coming and hauling at the moon
Yeah, you were running and running and running away from this conversation
Baby said
When you’re talking I go dead
Shut your mouth, give me your head
Uh uh uh uh
I know you really want to
Baby said
Let me taste your silhouette
You can talk between my legs
Uh uh uh uh
I know you really want to
I wish she didn’t but my baby said
I wish she didn’t but my baby said
I wish she didn’t but my baby said
I wish she didn’t but my baby said
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, J. Tranter, M. Martin
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, J. Tranter, M. Martin
Produzione: Rami Yacoub, Sly
6. GASOLINE
You're nothing but gasoline
Starting fires since seventeen
Silver spoon in daddy's jeans
You go four, three, two, one, count it, count it down
Mister in a stolen dress
You're so dark but you paint it red
Soaking wet in your golden bed
You go four, three, two, one, count it, count it down
How are you sleeping at night?
How do you close both your eyes?
Living with all of those lives
On your hands?
Standing alone on that hill
Using your fuel to kill
We won't take it standing still
Watch us dance
How are you sleeping at night?
How do you close both your eyes?
Living with all of those lives
On your hands?
Standing alone on that hill
Using your fuel to kill
We won't take it standing still
Watch us dance
Wе're gonna dance on gasoline
Wе're gonna dance on gasoline
We're gonna dance on gasoline
Your ego is dangerous
Your own blood is losing trust
With neighbors left in the dust
We go four, three, two, one, count it, count it down
Sittin on a stolen throne
Playing God with a heart of stone
The whole world is waiting for you to go
Down, down, down, down, down
How are you sleeping at night?
How do you close both your eyes?
Living with all of those lives
On your hands?
Standing alone on that hill
Using your fuel to kill
We won't take it standing still
Watch us dance
How are you sleeping at night?
How do you close both your eyes?
Living with all of those lives
On your hands?
Standing alone on that hill
Using your fuel to kill
We won't take it standing still
Watch us dance
We're gonna dance on gasoline
We're gonna dance on gasoline
We're gonna dance on gasoline
We're gonna dance on gasoline
We're gonna dance on gasoline
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, J. Tranter
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, J. Tranter
Produzione: Rami Yacoub, Sly
7. FEEL
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA
Don't need a lover
You need an animal
S-s-somebody to take you home tonight
Blue jeans and leather
Never looked that hot before
Don’t you mind if I just stay goodbye
Cocaine is on the table
Don’t care we’re rebel rebels
I know what you want
I know what you need
Do you understand?
I’m about to make you feel
I’m about to make you feel
Don’t tell your mother
She doesn’t wanna know
‘Bout the things we’re gonna do tonight
Blue jeans and leather
Even better on the floor
Light it up
And let me lose your mind
Cocaine is on the table
Don’t care we’re rebel rebels
I know what you want
I know what you need
Do you understand?
I’m about to make you feel
I’m about to make you feel
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA
I’m about to make you feel
I know what you want
I know what you need
Cocaine is on the table
I know what you want
I know what you need
Don’t care we’re rebel rebels
Rebel rebels
I’m about to make you feel
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA
I’m about to make you feel
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA
I’m about to make you
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA
I’m about to make you feel
I’m about to make you feel
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, S. Kotecha, M. Larsson, R. Fredriksson
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, S. Kotecha, M. Larsson, R. Fredriksson
Produzione: Mattman & Robin
8. DON’T WANNA SLEEP
Dance dance dance dance dance until I die
Medicate myself ‘till my head is in the sky
Ahhh ahhh
When I close my eyes I get too lonely
Don’t want a sleep at all
Dance dance dance dance dance until I die
Wearing Lucy’s diamonds to get a little shine
Ahhh ahhh
When I close my eyes I get too lonely
Don’t want a sleep at all
So-so-somebody
Come ta-ta-take on my body
This is the shittiest party
I’ve ever seen in my life
No no nono I’m not leaving
Gonna get my feet on the ceiling
Gonna drink away all my feelings
And no it’s not gonna heal me
But I’ll
Dance dance dance dance dance until I die
Wearing Lucy’s diamonds to get a little shine
Ahhh ahhh
When I close my eyes I get too lonely
Don’t want a sleep at all
Don’t want a sleep at all
So-so-somebody
Come ta-ta-take on my body
Into another dimension
I-I’m so bored of my life
I’m a lion tamer
Of indecent behavior
Making love with danger
Is not gonna heal me but
At least I like it
And I don't wanna change it
I know it’s bad, don't get me wrong
There’s something in these strangers
Momentary flavors
I don't wanna sleep at all
No I don’t wanna sleep at all
Don’t wanna sleep at all
No I don’t wanna sleep at all
Dance dance dance dance dance until I die
Medicate myself ‘till my head is in the sky
Ahhh ahhh
When I close my eyes I get too lonely
Don’t want a sleep at all
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, J. Tranter, M. Martin
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, J. Tranter, M. Martin
Produzione: Rami Yacoub, Sly
9. KOOL KIDS
Cool kids they do not use floss
Marry me in the countryside
Honestly I don’t give a fuck
I’m addicted to rock n’roll yeah
Bleah
Beers up, drinks up make a toast for me
I’m a scum, real scum but I’m good at this
We’re not punk, we’re not pop, we’re just music freaks
Spent two months in UK but I don’t drink gin
Check my origins, mate
But cool kids they do not use drugs
Only weed ‘cause it’s not that strong
I’m a bitch and I have much fun
And i like doing things I love yeah
Because I love that
I fucking love that
Cool kids, cool kids, cool kids we are cool kids
Cool kids, cool kids, cool kids only fuck cool kids
But cool kids they do not vomit
Or at least not in front of Vic
I know you think she’s a hot chick
But I’m sorry she prefers hot chicks
Cool kids, cool kids, cool kids we are cool kids
Cool kids, cool kids, cool kids only fuck cool kids
But cool kids they are not cool as us
I talk shit cause it makes me laugh
You keep asking me about it
But my lyrics are all made up
Cool kids, cool kids, cool kids we are cool kids
Cool kids, cool kids, cool kids only fuck cool kids
Cool kids they do not like rock
They only listen to trap and pop
And everybody knows that rock ‘n’ roll is shit
But I don’t give a fuck about being a cool kid
Cool kids, cool kids, cool kids we are cool kids
Cool kids, cool kids, cool kids only fuck cool kids
Cool kids
Eat my shit
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi
Produzione: Fabrizio Ferraguzzo, Måneskin
10. IF NOT FOR YOU
There’ll be no summer
There’ll be no spring
If not for this love of mine
Thornes without flowers
Bars with no drinks
If not for this love of mine
All the lights, all the parties will just fade out
Shut them down
If not for you
I wouldn’t sing anymore
If not for you
I couldn't get of this floor
If not for you
Hell would be knocking on my door
If not for you
No more Nirvana
No Billy Jean
No dancing if you were gone
How could I wake up
How could I sleep
How could I be someone
All those crowds
All the music would just fade out
Not a sound
If not for you
I wouldn’t sing anymore
If not for you
I couldn't get of this floor
If not for you
Hell would be knocking on my door
If not for you
If not for you
Hell would be knocking on my door
If not for you
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, M. Martin, S. Kotecha
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, M. Martin, S. Kotecha
Produzione: Rami Yacoub, Max Martin, Sly
11. READ YOUR DIARY
Brought you some roses
You didn’t take them
So I shed a tear
Pouring some champagne
Over your panties
So that we can cheer
Counting the hours
Counting the seconds
‘Till I can feel your bones
There is a diamond on your pillow when you’re coming home
Alone I’ve been waiting
So long, it’s true
Dance in your shoes
Read your diary to
Get inside of you you you
Forever and ever and ever
Cried on your nudes
Wearing your perfume
Now I taste like you you you
Forever and ever and ever
I was dancing in your shoes
When I read your diary to
Try to get inside of you
Put on your lipstick
Show me your kinks
I’m not afraid of them
Show me the lovin the lovin the lovin that you’ll never give to a man
I’m not a coward, I’m not a hero
But I can be your toy
I’ll be the pill
That you wanna swallow
When you’re looking for the joy
Alone I’ve been waiting
So long, it’s true
Dance in your shoes
Read your diary to
Get inside of you you you
Forever and ever and ever
Cried on your nudes
Wearing your perfume
Now I taste like you you you
Forever and ever and ever
I was dancing in your shoes
When I read your diary to
Try to get inside of you
Oh why don't you give a little love now baby
A little bit of love
Alone
In the shower
Using my left hand so it feels like you
So please
I’m begging to feel something new
Dance in your shoes
Read your diary to
Get inside of you you you
Forever and ever and ever
Cried on your nudes
Wearing your perfume
Now I taste like you you you
Forever and ever and ever
I was dancing in your shoes
When I read your diary to
Try to get inside of you
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, J. Tranter
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, J. Tranter
Produzione: Rami Yacoub, Max Martin, Sly
12. MARK CHAPMAN
Nascosto fra la gente
Senza un’identità
Dice che mi ama ma lo so che mente
Rinchiuso in quattro mura
Nessuna visita
Dice che mi ama ma lo so che mente
Ma se soltanto avesse
La possibilità
Ti seguirebbe ai quattro angoli della città
Nascosto fra la gente
Senza un identità
Dice che mi ama ma lo so che mente
Si muove a piede libero
Vestito come un incubo
Vuole tu sia in pericolo
Però ti chiama idolo
Si muove a piede libero
Vestito come un incubo
Vuole tu sia in pericolo
Però ti chiama idolo
Non prova sentimenti
Sono tutti per te
Dice che ti ama ma lo sai che mente
Sei in ogni suo risposta
E in tutti i suoi perché
Dice che ti ama ma lo sai che mente
Vuole sempre che giochi
Con le sue regole
Non gli interessa assomigliarti vuole essere te
Lui vuole tutto quanto
Però non sa cos’è
Dice che ti ama ma lo sai che mente
Si muove a piede libero
Vestito come un incubo
Vuole tu sia in pericolo
Però ti chiama idolo
Si muove a piede libero
Vestito come un incubo
Vuole tu sia in pericolo
Però ti chiama idolo
E puoi trovarlo sotto casa
Con un coltello in mano
Perché non hai risposto a un suo messaggio
Però lui giura che ti ha amato
Che non vorrebbe farlo
Però il suo amore non l’hai ricambiato
E puoi trovarlo sotto casa
Con un coltello in mano
Perché non hai risposto a un suo messaggio
Però lui giura che ti ha amato
Che non vorrebbe farlo
Però il suo amore non l’hai ricambiato
Si muove a piede libero
Vestito come un incubo
Vuole tu sia in pericolo
Però ti chiama idolo
Si muove a piede libero
Vestito come un incubo
Vuole tu sia in pericolo
Però ti chiama idolo
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi
Produzione: Fabrizio Ferraguzzo, Måneskin
13. LA FINE
Mi sveglio ed è passato un anno
Ed io che sono ancora stanco
Con la valigia sotto braccio
Non so nemmeno dove vado
E vago come se fossi un pazzo
Mordo ancora le mie manette
Ho girato il mondo, visto gente e no
Non è come lo immaginavo
Io ho
Schiacciato bene la testa nel fango, ho
Mangiato male per restare in vita, ho
Sentito gente chiamarmi bastardo e
Ancora corro cercando l’uscita, ma
L’unico modo è staccarsi dal branco
Scavare finché non senti le dita
Se tutti quanti ora ti stanno amando
Sappi che non è l’inizio, è la fine
Sappi che non è l’inizio, è la fine
Anche la rosa più bella ha le spine
Forse l’unica risposta è partire
O restare
A marcire
Sappi che non è l’inizio è la fine
Anche la rosa più bella ha le spine
Forse l’unica risposta è partire
O restare
A marcire
Mi chiedi come ci si sente
Avere il mondo fra le mani
Come contasse veramente
Come se fossimo speciali
E invece ci rimane niente
Un pugno di mosche tra le mani
Nemmeno tutto l’oro al mondo
Potrà comprare ciò che lasci
Mi hanno trattato come un santo poi giudicato
Guardato male come fossi pregiudicato
Quando ritroveranno il corpo del mio reato
Si accorgeranno troppo tardi di aver sbagliato
Però io invece non mi fermo, continuo
Voglio vivere correndo sopra un filo
Il giorno che non avrò più motivo
Saprò che non è l’inizio, è la fine
Sappi che non è l’inizio è la fine
Anche la rosa più bella ha le spine
Forse l’unica risposta è partire
O restare
A marcire
Sappi che non è l’inizio è la fine
Anche la rosa più bella ha le spine
Forse l’unica risposta è partire
O restare
A marcire
Cercavo soltanto un pretesto per dire questo
Per smettere di andare dove tira il vento
Trovare luce prima che tutto sia spento
E se non mi amerà nessuno sarà lo stesso
Cercavo soltanto un pretesto per dire questo
Per smettere di andare dove tira il vento
Trovare luce prima che tutto sia spento
E se non mi amerà nessuno sarà lo stesso
Sappi che non è l’inizio è la fine
Anche la rosa più bella ha le spine
Forse l’unica risposta è partire
O restare
A marcire
Sappi che non è l’inizio è la fine
Anche la rosa più bella ha le spine
Forse l’unica risposta è partire
O restare
A marcire
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi
Produzione: Fabrizio Ferraguzzo, Måneskin
14. IL DONO DELLA VITA
Stronzi vi vedo siete bianchi in faccia
Le malelingue sono andate via
Il suono della tua brutta risata
Mi ha aperto il passo per la retta via
E la tua mano era sempre puntata
Ma mai per aiutare quella mia
E adesso guarda mentre volo in alto
E tocco il sole ma non cado mica io
Respiro aria pulita che alimenta il fuoco dentro di me
E lascio che mi uccida
Io rinasco dalla mia cenere
Per non vedere più mia madre stanca
Ridarle indietro il dono della vita
Spaccarmi schiena mani, gambe e braccia
Essere fiero della mia fatica
E pure Dio era girato di spalle mentre gli dicevo che stavo cadendo
Ma basta un raggio di sole
Un soffio di vento
Uno sguardo verso il cielo
Respiro aria pulita che alimenta il fuoco dentro di me
E lascio che mi uccida
Io rinasco dalla mia cenere
Io nasco dentro di te
Io nasco dentro di te
Sento una voce tagliente
Un respiro costante
Una luce che squarcia il suolo
Perso nel mezzo del niente
Cedono le gambe
Ma il cuore mi batte ancora
Una luce che squarcia il suolo
Ma il cuore mi batte ancora
Una luce che squarcia il suolo
Ma il cuore mi batte ancora
Sento una voce tagliente
Un respiro costante
Una luce che squarcia il suolo
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi
Produzione: Fabrizio Ferraguzzo, Måneskin
15. MAMMAMIA
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, mamma mia-ma, ma-mamma mia-ah
I feel the heat up, uh, I feel the beat of drums
Call the police, I'll do it, they've stolen all my fun
I'm breaking free, but I'm stuck in a police car
Oh, mamma mia-ma, ma-mamma mia-ah
They treat me like if I did something criminal
All eyes on me, I feel like I'm a superstar
I'm not a freak, I just thought it was carnival
Oh, mamma-mamma mia, spit your love on me
I'm on my knees, and I can't wait to drink your rain
I'll keep it secret if you let me get a taste
Tell me your limit, and we'll cross the line again
Oh, mamma-mamma mia, ahahah!
Oh, mamma-mia-ma, ma-mamma mia-ah
You wanna touch my body? I say you're not allowed
You wanna handle me, but I'm a bit too much
I'll burn all the place down, 'cause I'm too fucking hot
Oh, mamma-mia-ma, ma-mamma mia-ah
They wanna arrest me, but I was just having fun
I swear that I'm not drunk, and I'm not taking drugs
They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm Italiano
Oh, mamma-mamma-mia, spit your love on me
I'm on my knees, and I can't wait to drink your rain
I'll keep it secret if you let me get a taste
Tell me your limit, and we'll cross the line again
Oh, mamma-mamma mia
Give me a command and I'll do what you ask
'Cause my favorite music's your "Uh, uh"
Give me a command and I'll do what you ask
'Cause my favorite music's your "Uh, uh"
Give me a command and I'll do what you ask
'Cause my favorite music's your "Uh, uh"
Give me a command and I'll do what you ask
'Cause I love when you sing out loud
Oh, mamma-mamma mia
Spit your love on me
I'm on my knees, and I can't wait to drink your rain
I'll keep it secret if you let me get a taste
Tell me your limit, and we'll cross the line again
Oh, mamma-mamma mia
Spit your love on me
Spit your love on me
Spit your love on me
Spit your love on me
Oh, mamma-mamma mia
Autori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi
Compositori: D. David, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, T. Raggi
Produzione: Fabrizio Ferraguzzo, Måneskin
16. SUPERMODEL
Alone at parties in a deadly silhouette
She loves the cocaine, but cocaine don't love her back
When she's upset, she talks to Maury and takes deep breaths
She's a '90s supermodel, uh-uh-uh
Way back in high school, when she was a good Christian
I used to know her, but she's got a new best friend
A drag queen named The Virgin Mary takes confessions
She's a '90s supermodel
Yeah, she's a master, my compliments
If you wanna love her, just deal with that
She'll never love you, more than money and cigarettes
Every night's a heartbreak
Hey, don't think about it
Hey, just let it go
'Cause her boyfriend is the rock 'n' roll
Savor every moment 'til she has to go
'Cause her boyfriend is the rock 'n' roll
Alone at parties, she's working around the clock
When you're not looking, she's stealing your Basquiat
Low-waisted pants on OnlyFans, I'd pay for that
She's a '90s supermodel
Yeah, she's a master, my compliments
If you wanna love her, just deal with that
She'll never love you, you just look a bit like her dad
Every night's a heartbreak
Hey, don't think about it
Hey, just let it go
'Cause her boyfriend is the rock 'n' roll
Savor every moment, 'til she has to go
'Cause her boyfriend is the rock 'n' roll
She's a '90s supermodel, uh-uh-uh
She's a '90s supermodel, uh-uh-uh
Autori: D. David, T. Raggi, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, S. W. Silversteen, R. Yacoub, M. Martin, J. Tranter
Compositori: D. David, T. Raggi, V. De Angelis, E. Torchio, S. W. Silversteen, R. Yacoub, M. Martin, J. Tranter
Produzione: Rami Yacoub, Max Martin, Sylvester Willy Sivertsen
17. THE LONELIEST
You'll be the saddest part of me
A part of me that will never be mine
It's obvious
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You're still the oxygen I breathe
I see your face when I close my eyes
It's torturous
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
There's a few lines that I have wrote
In case of death, that's what I want, that's what I want
So don't be sad when I'll be gone
There's just one thing I hope you know, I loved you so
'Cause I don't even care about the time I've got left here
The only thing I know now is that I wanna spend it
With you, with you nobody else here
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You'll be the saddest part of me
A part of me that will never be mine
It's obvious
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You're still the oxygen I breathe
I see your face when I close my eyes
It's torturous
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
I'm sorry but I gotta go
If you'll ever miss me give this song another go
And I just keep on thinking how you made me feel better
And all the crazy little things that we did together
In the end, in the end, it doesn't matter
If tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You'll be the saddest part of me
A part of me that will never be mine
It's obvious
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You're still the oxygen I breathe
I see your face when I close my eyes
It's torturous
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You'll be the saddest part of me
A part of me that will never be mine
It's obvious
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You'll be the saddest part of me
A part of me that will never be mine
It's obvious
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You're still the oxygen I breathe
I see your face when I close my eyes
It's torturous
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
Autori: V. De Angelis, T. Raggi, E. Torchio, D. David, R. Yacoub, J. Evigan, S. Hudson, J. Abrahart, S. W. Sivertsen
Compositori: V. De Angelis, T. Raggi, E. Torchio, D. David, R. Yacoub, S. W. Sivertsen, J. Evigan, S. Hudson, J. Abrahart
Produzione: Fabrizio Ferraguzzo, Måneskin
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