Part 1
Strange times we're living in
World can put fear in ya
Hierarchy parties, they make us feel inferior
Greed runs through the parliament interior
Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria
Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men
When we're clearly living in dictatorships
Nearly blinded by illusions to choose
But who's fooling who?
A ball chained to your shoes
I'm pained, it's a crying shame
The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame
That makes greed a game that lets the whole world burn
As the world turns, the whole world burns
Money was invented for trade
But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make slaves
Turns a saint into a sinner, a child into a killer
His finger on the trigger of a money game
Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
This old money game
This old
Dear Mr. President, it's evident that everyone's a resident
Of fear when they support the ideas that keep us separate
When they make us believe that everybody
Is coming to terrorise you in the streets
They say proudly through gritted teeth
"It's my right to hate, that's freedom of speech!"
When did freedom become a reason to hate?
A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make
There's an irony in freedom, because us in the west
We have pillaged and plundered and murdered like savages
Colonised all of the rest, that's called hypocrisy
Preach a certain value that you'd never keep yourselves
If your country was in flames, you'd emigrate yourselves in a second
Still, you spit your venom, demonising immigrants
When really, you're an immigrant
'Cause all of us are immigrants
Or descended from immigrants
The irony is imminent, I'll shed the light on immigrants
America was colonised by Britain
Britain, it was colonised by Rome
Also, colonised by the Saxons
They were German, by the way
You know how people throw shade upon the Germans
'Cause of history's pain
And yet we make the same mistakes all again
Demonise a whole people, Jewish or Muslim the same and the same
Old situations play on repeat
The same old TV shows repeat
Yeah, we worship the bleak
Our opinions aren't our own and we follow like sheep
There's no left, there's no right
In the middle we sleep
Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
This old money game
This old money game
Part 2
Strange times we're living in, panic and hysteria
Poor man learn the rich man don't care for ya
Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria
Sit back and watch the show, America!
Britain split through fickle shit
A government of hypocrites
These counterfeit politicians sit
In parliament, not adequate
Needlessly bleeding resources all dry
Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise
"Oh what a shame it would be I would die"
If Number 10 Downing Street burned in a fire
Only joking, only messing, don't be stressing
I'm a peaceful adolescent, there's no need to be unpleasant Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme
To analyze the brain
While my fingers on the trigger of a money game
Oh rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
(This old money game)
(This old)
Money is a game and the ladder we climb
Turns a saint into a sinner with his finger in crime
I'll break it down for you motherfuckers line by line
This is business economics in a nursery rhyme
She sells seashells on a seashore
But the value of these shells will fall
Due to the laws of supply and demand
No one wants to buy shells 'cause there's loads on the sand
Step 1: you must create a sense of scarcity
Shells will sell much better if the people think they're rare, you see
Bare with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em on an island stockpile 'em high
until they're rarer than a diamond
Step 2: you gotta make the people think that they want 'em
Really want 'em, really fuckin want 'em
Hit 'em like Bronson
Influencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainmen
If you haven't got a shell then you're just a fucking waste man
Three: it's monopoly, invest inside some property, start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly
"Shells must sell", that will be your new philosophy
Swallow all your morals they're a poor man's quality
Four: expand, expand, expand, clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hand
Five: why just shells? Why limit your self? She sells seashells, sell oil as well!
Six: guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks, sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock
Seven: press on the gas, take your foot off the brakes, Run to be the president of the United States
Eight: big smile mate, big wave that's great Now the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gate
Nine: Polarize the people, controversy is the game
It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name
Ten: the world is yours, step out on a stage to a round of applaus
You're a liar, a cheat, a devil, a whore
And you sell seashells on the seashore
Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
(This old money game)
(This old)
Part 3
Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy
One years old and his first words were mine, mine gimme
Two years old, he was walking, three years old, walking quickly
Four years old, he was running around the pavements of his city
Five years old, and his daddy told him, listen here son, you've got to learn to be a man
A man he works for what he wants
Six years old, and he's reading, writing, top of the bunch
And when he's seven, his progression made him student number one
Eight years old and he's praised for unusual grades
Nine, his parents pay for private school to nurture the flame
10, 11, 12, 13, he ascends and ascends, his daddy tells him, son, money is the means to all ends
14 solving complex mathematic equations, at 15, IQ 150, still elevating
16 he develops complex software code that detects weaknesses in cyber security protocol
17, and he sells his vision, keeping the share, not yet an adult
But he's practically a millionaire
18, and his daddy tells him now you're a man the world don't give a damn about you
So take all that you can
19, he turns a profit, stocks and shares, invest in product
20, double down deposits 21, his income rockets
22, he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth
If you manipulate the data, then the lie will sell itself
23, a life of luxury Crystal and cocaine
24, he makes the Forbes list, they're applauding his name
25, and his daddy told him, listen here, son, while you're sitting in the palace
That don't mean that you won
26, his business shifts, he switches business to arms
He's 27, dealing nuclear shells in Iran
28, inside the Senate, money bought him a seat
He's 29, role of counsel in the president suite
And now he's 30, his daddy says, you're losing the race
You're just a servant to the king, not even in second place
31, a big maneuver for his daddy's approval
Moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba
32, moving grams, growing kilo to tons
He's 33, filling warehouses with powder and guns
34, turf war with nobody to stop it, blind eye from the Po po inside of his pocket
35, he gets a call, I'm sorry, son, but it's your father, had a heart attack
I'm sorry, he's gone, 36, getting pissed off abusing this product
37, eyes glazed, disposition demonic
38, with a prostitute, a moment of passion
Heating up the silver spoon and then chasing the dragon
39, getting reckless and hungry for power
Daddy's words still driving him to kill him and devour
He makes a move against the cartel, but the strategy's flawed
They retaliate and leave him in the hospital ward
A bullet buried in his vertebra, and one in his leg
The doctor sighs and says, I don't think you'll be walking again, fuck
Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy
He was 40 and he cursed the words mine, mine gimme
41, he wasn't walking, 42, not walking quickly, 43
Never running round the pavements of his city
44 inside a palace with a mountain of gold
But those riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves
Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold, Lamborghini for a life
Trading money for souls, Jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free
Put your hand inside the cookie jar, take more than you need
And his example is exaggerated versions of me, and it's a version of him
And it's a version of she, and it's a version of you
There's no escaping the blame, the way we live, it's parasitic
Fuck the money and fame, cut the music
This isn't entertainment, this is real life, the way we live is lunacy, community it declines
We're hyperpolarized, we're always fighting and we divide
Truth is less important than the money that we designed?
Money's an invention, politics from our invention, they all come from people's ideas
Did I mention, border's an invention
Law and order fuels the tension that leads to people killing each other
My solution? Everything is subject to change
We could build utopias if individuals were taught to use their brains
But if we teach kids in schools to always be sheep and put themselves before the herd
If there's more money for meat
Then there's no future I see where the humans survive
We're parasites inside the Petri dish, with cannibal mines
Mold will grow upon the surface, then consumes 'til it dies
And our fate could be the same without this story to the wise
45, Jimmy comes home out of the rain, soaking wet upon a wheelchair
Drinking again, he has everything he wants, he has fortune and fame
Such a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate with a 45 caliber aimed at his brain
45, a fitting number because his age is the same
Here's the words of his father, it's such a damn shame
Then he presses on the trigger of a money game
Strange times we're living in
World can put fear in ya
Hierarchy parties, they make us feel inferior
Greed runs through the parliament interior
Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria
Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men
When we're clearly living in dictatorships
Nearly blinded by illusions to choose
But who's fooling who?
A ball chained to your shoes
I'm pained, it's a crying shame
The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame
That makes greed a game that lets the whole world burn
As the world turns, the whole world burns
Money was invented for trade
But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make slaves
Turns a saint into a sinner, a child into a killer
His finger on the trigger of a money game
Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
This old money game
This old
Dear Mr. President, it's evident that everyone's a resident
Of fear when they support the ideas that keep us separate
When they make us believe that everybody
Is coming to terrorise you in the streets
They say proudly through gritted teeth
"It's my right to hate, that's freedom of speech!"
When did freedom become a reason to hate?
A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make
There's an irony in freedom, because us in the west
We have pillaged and plundered and murdered like savages
Colonised all of the rest, that's called hypocrisy
Preach a certain value that you'd never keep yourselves
If your country was in flames, you'd emigrate yourselves in a second
Still, you spit your venom, demonising immigrants
When really, you're an immigrant
'Cause all of us are immigrants
Or descended from immigrants
The irony is imminent, I'll shed the light on immigrants
America was colonised by Britain
Britain, it was colonised by Rome
Also, colonised by the Saxons
They were German, by the way
You know how people throw shade upon the Germans
'Cause of history's pain
And yet we make the same mistakes all again
Demonise a whole people, Jewish or Muslim the same and the same
Old situations play on repeat
The same old TV shows repeat
Yeah, we worship the bleak
Our opinions aren't our own and we follow like sheep
There's no left, there's no right
In the middle we sleep
Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
This old money game
This old money game
Part 2
Strange times we're living in, panic and hysteria
Poor man learn the rich man don't care for ya
Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria
Sit back and watch the show, America!
Britain split through fickle shit
A government of hypocrites
These counterfeit politicians sit
In parliament, not adequate
Needlessly bleeding resources all dry
Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise
"Oh what a shame it would be I would die"
If Number 10 Downing Street burned in a fire
Only joking, only messing, don't be stressing
I'm a peaceful adolescent, there's no need to be unpleasant Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme
To analyze the brain
While my fingers on the trigger of a money game
Oh rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
(This old money game)
(This old)
Money is a game and the ladder we climb
Turns a saint into a sinner with his finger in crime
I'll break it down for you motherfuckers line by line
This is business economics in a nursery rhyme
She sells seashells on a seashore
But the value of these shells will fall
Due to the laws of supply and demand
No one wants to buy shells 'cause there's loads on the sand
Step 1: you must create a sense of scarcity
Shells will sell much better if the people think they're rare, you see
Bare with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em on an island stockpile 'em high
until they're rarer than a diamond
Step 2: you gotta make the people think that they want 'em
Really want 'em, really fuckin want 'em
Hit 'em like Bronson
Influencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainmen
If you haven't got a shell then you're just a fucking waste man
Three: it's monopoly, invest inside some property, start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly
"Shells must sell", that will be your new philosophy
Swallow all your morals they're a poor man's quality
Four: expand, expand, expand, clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hand
Five: why just shells? Why limit your self? She sells seashells, sell oil as well!
Six: guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks, sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock
Seven: press on the gas, take your foot off the brakes, Run to be the president of the United States
Eight: big smile mate, big wave that's great Now the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gate
Nine: Polarize the people, controversy is the game
It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name
Ten: the world is yours, step out on a stage to a round of applaus
You're a liar, a cheat, a devil, a whore
And you sell seashells on the seashore
Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
(This old money game)
(This old)
Part 3
Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy
One years old and his first words were mine, mine gimme
Two years old, he was walking, three years old, walking quickly
Four years old, he was running around the pavements of his city
Five years old, and his daddy told him, listen here son, you've got to learn to be a man
A man he works for what he wants
Six years old, and he's reading, writing, top of the bunch
And when he's seven, his progression made him student number one
Eight years old and he's praised for unusual grades
Nine, his parents pay for private school to nurture the flame
10, 11, 12, 13, he ascends and ascends, his daddy tells him, son, money is the means to all ends
14 solving complex mathematic equations, at 15, IQ 150, still elevating
16 he develops complex software code that detects weaknesses in cyber security protocol
17, and he sells his vision, keeping the share, not yet an adult
But he's practically a millionaire
18, and his daddy tells him now you're a man the world don't give a damn about you
So take all that you can
19, he turns a profit, stocks and shares, invest in product
20, double down deposits 21, his income rockets
22, he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth
If you manipulate the data, then the lie will sell itself
23, a life of luxury Crystal and cocaine
24, he makes the Forbes list, they're applauding his name
25, and his daddy told him, listen here, son, while you're sitting in the palace
That don't mean that you won
26, his business shifts, he switches business to arms
He's 27, dealing nuclear shells in Iran
28, inside the Senate, money bought him a seat
He's 29, role of counsel in the president suite
And now he's 30, his daddy says, you're losing the race
You're just a servant to the king, not even in second place
31, a big maneuver for his daddy's approval
Moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba
32, moving grams, growing kilo to tons
He's 33, filling warehouses with powder and guns
34, turf war with nobody to stop it, blind eye from the Po po inside of his pocket
35, he gets a call, I'm sorry, son, but it's your father, had a heart attack
I'm sorry, he's gone, 36, getting pissed off abusing this product
37, eyes glazed, disposition demonic
38, with a prostitute, a moment of passion
Heating up the silver spoon and then chasing the dragon
39, getting reckless and hungry for power
Daddy's words still driving him to kill him and devour
He makes a move against the cartel, but the strategy's flawed
They retaliate and leave him in the hospital ward
A bullet buried in his vertebra, and one in his leg
The doctor sighs and says, I don't think you'll be walking again, fuck
Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy
He was 40 and he cursed the words mine, mine gimme
41, he wasn't walking, 42, not walking quickly, 43
Never running round the pavements of his city
44 inside a palace with a mountain of gold
But those riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves
Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold, Lamborghini for a life
Trading money for souls, Jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free
Put your hand inside the cookie jar, take more than you need
And his example is exaggerated versions of me, and it's a version of him
And it's a version of she, and it's a version of you
There's no escaping the blame, the way we live, it's parasitic
Fuck the money and fame, cut the music
This isn't entertainment, this is real life, the way we live is lunacy, community it declines
We're hyperpolarized, we're always fighting and we divide
Truth is less important than the money that we designed?
Money's an invention, politics from our invention, they all come from people's ideas
Did I mention, border's an invention
Law and order fuels the tension that leads to people killing each other
My solution? Everything is subject to change
We could build utopias if individuals were taught to use their brains
But if we teach kids in schools to always be sheep and put themselves before the herd
If there's more money for meat
Then there's no future I see where the humans survive
We're parasites inside the Petri dish, with cannibal mines
Mold will grow upon the surface, then consumes 'til it dies
And our fate could be the same without this story to the wise
45, Jimmy comes home out of the rain, soaking wet upon a wheelchair
Drinking again, he has everything he wants, he has fortune and fame
Such a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate with a 45 caliber aimed at his brain
45, a fitting number because his age is the same
Here's the words of his father, it's such a damn shame
Then he presses on the trigger of a money game
Contributed by Reinhard - 2024/6/8 - 05:21
Language: Italian
2^ Parte
Tempi strani quelli in cui viviamo, panico e isteria
Il povero scopre che al ricco non importa di te
Mentalità narcisistiche si diffondono come la malaria
Mettiti comoda e guarda lo show, America!
La Bretagna ha abbandonato l'Europa per qualche cazzata
Un governo di ipocrisie
Questi politici fraudolenti siedono
In parlamento, non adeguati
Sciupando risorse senza un reale motivo
Chiudono un occhio se ciò significa avere più soldi nelle tasche
Oh che peccato sarebbe, morirei
Se il numero 10 di Downing Street [1] bruciasse in un incendio
Sto scherzando, vi sto solo prendendo in giro, non stressatevi
Sono un adolescente pacifico, non serve essere ostili
Scrivo la mia tesi in uno schema metrico per analizzare il cervello
Mentre le mie dita sono sul grilletto di un gioco sui soldi
Oh pioggia, pioggia, pioggia, pioggia
Una tempesta viene verso di noi
E coloro che si arricchiscono tra distorte bugie
Avvelenando le vene
Ma a noi piace dare la colpa, colpa, colpa, colpa
È più facile dare la colpa
Ma guardiamoci allo specchio
Facciamo tutti parte di questa vecchia macchina di soldi
(Questa vecchia macchina di soldi)
(Questa vecchia)
I soldi sono un gioco e la scala noi scaliamo
Trasforma il santo in un peccatore col dito nel crimine
Vi dividerò il concetto in parti per voi figli di puttana, verso per verso
Questa è economia aziendale in filastrocca
Lei vende conchiglie in una riva al mare [2]
Ma il valore di queste conchiglie precipiterà
In virtù delle leggi della domanda e dell'offerta
Nessuno vuole comprare conchiglie
perché c'è ne sono un sacco sulla sabbia
Step 1: Devi creare un senso di scarsità
Le conchiglie venderanno molto meglio se la gente crede siano rare, capisci
Ascoltami, prendi tutte le conchiglie che riesci a trovare e nascondile in un’isola
Collezionane a montagne finché non sono più rare di un diamante
Step 2: Devi far credere alla gente che le vogliono
Che le vogliono davvero, cazzo se le vogliono, colpiscile duro come Bronson [3]
Influencer, pubblicità indiretta, inserzioni in prima serata
Se non hai una conchiglia sei solo un cazzo di rifiuto loro
3: È tempo di monopolio, investi in qualche proprietà
Inizia una corporazione, fai un logo, fallo bene
Le conchiglie devono vendere, questa sarà la tua nuova filosofia
Ingoia tutte le tue morali, sono le qualità di un uomo povero
4: Espanditi, espanditi, espanditi
Abbatti foreste, costruisci terreni, sangue fresco sulle mani
5: Perché solo conchiglie? Perché limitarti?
Lei vende conchiglie vendi anche petrolio
6: Pistole, vendi azioni, vendi diamanti, vendi sassi
Vendi l'acqua ad un pesce, vendi il tempo ad un orologio
7: Pressa sull'acceleratore, alza il piede dal freno
E corri alla presidenza degli Stati Uniti d'America
8: Fai un sorriso a 32 denti amico, saluta con la mano, stai andando alla grande
Ora la verità è sopravvalutata, dici bugie sin da subito
9: Polarizza le persone, la controversia è la chiave
Non importa che ti odino se tutti dicono il tuo nome
10: Il mondo è tuo Esci da un palcoscenico con un giro di applausi
Sei un bugiardo, un baro, un diavolo, una puttana
E vendi conchiglie in riva al mare
Pioggia, pioggia, pioggia, pioggia
Una tempesta viene verso di noi
E coloro che si arricchiscono tra distorte bugie
Avvelenando le vene
Ma a noi piace dare la colpa, colpa, colpa, colpa
È più facile dare la colpa
Ma guardiamoci allo specchio
Facciamo tutti parte di questa vecchia macchina di soldi
(Questa vecchia macchina di soldi)
(Questa vecchia)
Tempi strani quelli in cui viviamo, panico e isteria
Il povero scopre che al ricco non importa di te
Mentalità narcisistiche si diffondono come la malaria
Mettiti comoda e guarda lo show, America!
La Bretagna ha abbandonato l'Europa per qualche cazzata
Un governo di ipocrisie
Questi politici fraudolenti siedono
In parlamento, non adeguati
Sciupando risorse senza un reale motivo
Chiudono un occhio se ciò significa avere più soldi nelle tasche
Oh che peccato sarebbe, morirei
Se il numero 10 di Downing Street [1] bruciasse in un incendio
Sto scherzando, vi sto solo prendendo in giro, non stressatevi
Sono un adolescente pacifico, non serve essere ostili
Scrivo la mia tesi in uno schema metrico per analizzare il cervello
Mentre le mie dita sono sul grilletto di un gioco sui soldi
Oh pioggia, pioggia, pioggia, pioggia
Una tempesta viene verso di noi
E coloro che si arricchiscono tra distorte bugie
Avvelenando le vene
Ma a noi piace dare la colpa, colpa, colpa, colpa
È più facile dare la colpa
Ma guardiamoci allo specchio
Facciamo tutti parte di questa vecchia macchina di soldi
(Questa vecchia macchina di soldi)
(Questa vecchia)
I soldi sono un gioco e la scala noi scaliamo
Trasforma il santo in un peccatore col dito nel crimine
Vi dividerò il concetto in parti per voi figli di puttana, verso per verso
Questa è economia aziendale in filastrocca
Lei vende conchiglie in una riva al mare [2]
Ma il valore di queste conchiglie precipiterà
In virtù delle leggi della domanda e dell'offerta
Nessuno vuole comprare conchiglie
perché c'è ne sono un sacco sulla sabbia
Step 1: Devi creare un senso di scarsità
Le conchiglie venderanno molto meglio se la gente crede siano rare, capisci
Ascoltami, prendi tutte le conchiglie che riesci a trovare e nascondile in un’isola
Collezionane a montagne finché non sono più rare di un diamante
Step 2: Devi far credere alla gente che le vogliono
Che le vogliono davvero, cazzo se le vogliono, colpiscile duro come Bronson [3]
Influencer, pubblicità indiretta, inserzioni in prima serata
Se non hai una conchiglia sei solo un cazzo di rifiuto loro
3: È tempo di monopolio, investi in qualche proprietà
Inizia una corporazione, fai un logo, fallo bene
Le conchiglie devono vendere, questa sarà la tua nuova filosofia
Ingoia tutte le tue morali, sono le qualità di un uomo povero
4: Espanditi, espanditi, espanditi
Abbatti foreste, costruisci terreni, sangue fresco sulle mani
5: Perché solo conchiglie? Perché limitarti?
Lei vende conchiglie vendi anche petrolio
6: Pistole, vendi azioni, vendi diamanti, vendi sassi
Vendi l'acqua ad un pesce, vendi il tempo ad un orologio
7: Pressa sull'acceleratore, alza il piede dal freno
E corri alla presidenza degli Stati Uniti d'America
8: Fai un sorriso a 32 denti amico, saluta con la mano, stai andando alla grande
Ora la verità è sopravvalutata, dici bugie sin da subito
9: Polarizza le persone, la controversia è la chiave
Non importa che ti odino se tutti dicono il tuo nome
10: Il mondo è tuo Esci da un palcoscenico con un giro di applausi
Sei un bugiardo, un baro, un diavolo, una puttana
E vendi conchiglie in riva al mare
Pioggia, pioggia, pioggia, pioggia
Una tempesta viene verso di noi
E coloro che si arricchiscono tra distorte bugie
Avvelenando le vene
Ma a noi piace dare la colpa, colpa, colpa, colpa
È più facile dare la colpa
Ma guardiamoci allo specchio
Facciamo tutti parte di questa vecchia macchina di soldi
(Questa vecchia macchina di soldi)
(Questa vecchia)
[1] L'indirizzo dove si trova la residenza e la sede del Primo ministro del Regno Unito.
[2] Citazione ad un famoso scioglilingua inglese: "She sells seashells by the seashore,
But the seashells she sells aren’t seashells, I’m sure./ So if she sells seashells on the seashore / Then I’m not sure if she sells real seashore shells."
[3] Citazione del film Bronson del 2008 che parla della vera storia di Michael Peterson, conosciuto anche come Charles Bronson che viene spesso considerato "il più violento carcerato della Bretagna
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[2] Citazione ad un famoso scioglilingua inglese: "She sells seashells by the seashore,
But the seashells she sells aren’t seashells, I’m sure./ So if she sells seashells on the seashore / Then I’m not sure if she sells real seashore shells."
[3] Citazione del film Bronson del 2008 che parla della vera storia di Michael Peterson, conosciuto anche come Charles Bronson che viene spesso considerato "il più violento carcerato della Bretagna
[Florianne99]
Contributed by Riccardo Gullotta - 2024/6/8 - 13:52
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