ARE YOU THE RABBIT?

I'm a kick stand in your mouth
and I'm the tongue's slamming on the brakes
pull the choke in
pull the choke in
as hard as it will take.
All your pictures are getting dirty
I don't want anyone else's
hand on my gears.
And I'll choke on
all the diamonds,
like a vulture, on your face

So ask your self before you get in,
I know the insurance won't cover this.
Are you the rabbit
or the headlight,
and is there
room in your life
for one more breakdown?

Faster, faster,
faster-faster-faster,
faster-faster-faster,
I'm late, I'm late,
I'm late!
And the hands I'm my clock
are starting to shake.
We're on the line between
the devil's tits,
and we've been driving on E.
I'm going to be wanted for this crime
"Well at least you're wanted,"
She'll say.

So ask your self before you get in,
I know the insurance won't cover this.
Are you the rabbit
or the headlight,
and is there
room in your life
for one more breakdown?

You can't escape,
can't escape
all your demons.
All you demons,
"Watch out, watch out,
for your lovers."

So ask your self before you get in,
I know the insurance won't cover this.
Are you the rabbit
or the headlight,
and is there
room in your life
for one more breakdown?

You are an unmarked car
I can't remember where I parked you
but I love you,
can't afford you,
I'll take a cab to the funeral.
Faster, faster,
faster-faster-faster,
faster-faster-faster,
I'm late, I'm late,
I'm late!
And the hands I'm my clock
are starting to shake.

So ask your self before you get in,
I know the insurance won't cover this.
Are you the rabbit
or the headlight,
and is there
room in your life
for one more breakdown?

You can't escape,
can't escape
all your demons.
All you demons,
"Watch out, watch out,
for your lovers."

So ask your self before you get in,
I know the insurance won't cover this.
Are you the rabbit
or the headlight,
and is there
room in your life
for one more breakdown?

room in your life
for one more breakdown

SEI TU IL CONIGLIO?

Sono il calcio, dritto nella tua bocca
La lingua che scivola sui freni
Trattieni il colpo di tosse
Trattienilo
Anche se fa male.
Tutte le tue foto si stanno sporcando
Non voglio la mano di nessun altro
Sulla mia leva del cambio.
E tossirò su tutti i diamanti
Come un avvoltoio
E dritto sulla tua faccia.

Perciò prima di salire a bordo chiediti
- perché di certo l’assicurazione non pagherà per questo -:
sei tu il coniglio o sei
il faro che lo acceca?
E nella tua vita c’è davvero posto
Per un altro crollo?

Più veloce, più veloce !
Sono in ritardo, in ritardo!
Ed io, le mie mani, il mio orologio
Cominciano a tremare.

Siamo tra le tette del diavolo, e guidiamo contromano
Diventerò un ricercato per questo
‘ almeno qualcuno ti cercherà ‘ dice lei.

Non puoi sfuggire ai tuoi demoni, non puoi
‘fai attenzione a chi ami ‘.

Sei una macchina senza targa
Non ricordo dove ti ho parcheggiata
Ma ti amo
Non ti sopporto
Prenderò un taxi
Per venire al funerale.

[torna indietro]