(Pastano/Farina - Farina) I told you true stories ... but you don't believe the truth I told you true lies ... then you believed I was a fool I told
(Waits/Brennan) Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp With a horrid little pistol and a lariat She's goin to the bottom And she's goin down the drain
(Waits) Edna Million in a drop dead suit Dutch Pink on a downtown train Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner on the pouring
(Pastano - Farina) I am Italiano, but I sing Americano 'cause I'm in love with you...Ah ...Ah...American girl good fellow, i'm italiano i wanna
(Pastano - Farina) Sweet hands of love It tastes so sweet I steeped myself in it, baby face you always thrill me You've got roses, millions of weaknesses
(Traditional - arranged and trascripted by S. Abatematteo) Ue Mena mea ti scrivu stu bigljetto, forti mi bbatti moni lu cori 'mpiettu, ca notti e
(Farina) I know I have to admit that, I've lost sometimes Yes, I have to admit, sometimes I've lost in my life ...But I did all...all that I could
another place ... You have gone away, when the wind, was stinging like rain When all the people were gone and I was listening to your song on this
(Pastano - Farina) Every time I walk with her Everyone stops to watch her Everyone wants to steal my love in Blue Everyone wants to tell her That
(Pastano/Farina - Farina) I met you on a train going Hell bound You had little red cheeks and wounds Lipsticks and guns and few skeletons Underneath
and search for fun Dreaming something new I hope I'll break into a bunch of fools, Where I can scream and shout Where I can sing so loud my favourite songs
heart begs me to leave, but still I don't know why, I'm going away I don't know, I just say bye-goodbye I keep on walking, singing my song I'll be
Traduzione: Pulp Dogs. Song Of Jealousy.
