Alberto, per questo brano strumentale, ha "immaginato" un testo di accompagnamento tratto da un pezzo di sceneggiatura/monologo del Joker da "THE DARK
I found love in a double wide trailer Never thought I'd feel so at home in the mud Fell into the arms of a man from Carolina Traded in my trust fund
Mi concedo un tono da spaccone come newman Mescolandoti realta e finzione come truman Scheletri nascosti e relativi retroscena di cronache realistiche
Late september you walked into my life I remember the autumn, I remember that night That smile on your face, the pale pale moon All those good times
Now it's too late to be using my mind To reason with you would be far too kind It's all coming down like the dark on the town The cold stings my tearstained
Who's that boy with the honey face Looks like he should be sedated He's all smash and grab in his Adidas tags Wound up and agitated and I bet he's
We were walking, walking in two worlds In the gardens of sunlight home Bad children on the phone Withheld me to withhold you Said I'd kiss you if
In the mid-day heat I gave a sigh Cruisin' through the garden district I was out of my mind The star of India's in my hotel room In a briefcase combination
I sent off this morning Down the road along the river Which I take but once a year My walk will take me by the shore Then inland for a mile or more
He spent the week at his friend's house It had been ages since they'd been in touch The weekend passed in a drunken haze It felt good, like the old
The cars come up the drive, so many people inside Under the stars they smile, they want to invade my home I pace the darkened hall, try to consider
(Instrumental)
Get your money out, get your money out Get your money out for me If you get it out, get it all out Get it all out you'll see You've got so much to
goin to go Burn the whole mothafuckin trailer to the dirt And its off to Mexico Adias mothafuckas see you later When I kicked in the door of a double wide trailer
who doesn't care When everyone makes fun of how poor my family is They laugh at my misfortune, and at the clothes that I wear I can't ever leave my trailer
all say I am. CHORIS Cause there ain`t no trash in my trailer oh no. Though you might find an empty can of beer. No their ain`t been no trash in my trailer
slashing up the night cutting through that cordoned crime scene. There's been a murder in the trailer park tonight. Murder tonight in the trailer park