Plunged into some magic realism
Love is sex turning into panic
I dig Neruda but in melodrama
I'm a sadistic a**hole and you're worse than me
I'm a crash-test dummy in a Best Western
George Best skipping out of Manchester
Mike Tyson paying for seven hits
If anxiety counted, we're trend-setters
Scooters in the pitch-black night
You can see Italy once the smoke rises
Fashion Week, invite me to your runway
And I'll tell you to f*ck off
Talking about the same stuff is useless
We always talk about escaping, I forget where
Maybe in a dream that felt like a nightmare
Maybe in a place that looked like another
I hadn't noticed, but we're heading back
We play with fire under the counter
Now that we were getting out of the mud
Side by side, it's all contraband
And if somebody asks you
We'll write I love you in Helvetica
Let's hand Bocelli over to America
I miss Hellenic culture
Paganini won't give an encore
Amadeus brings Kiss to Sanremo
Trap and drill, drugs and beauty queens
The mafia, the Church, then NAS and RIS
Talking about the same stuff is useless
We always talk about escaping, I forget where
Maybe in a dream that felt like a nightmare
Maybe in a place that looked like another
I hadn't noticed, but we're heading back
We play with fire under the counter
Now that we were getting out of the mud
Side by side, it's all contraband
And if somebody asks you
Way beyond Oscar night
Around here it's only crazies
Bro, I know plenty of them
Who deserve slaps
From these Nazi politicians
To all these lame rappers
Nuclear bombs on the map
Somebody go to Putin and shoot him in the face
Hand me the mic, let's rap
Hand me a pen, but the paper's gone
Nowadays everything's news
Wanna order another pizza?
So I don't end up on Striscia
Felt like a dream and we were flying
Out of the mud and the pitch-black night
But there'll be something we can do
We play with fire under the counter
Side by side, it's all contraband
Now that we were getting out of the mud
Side by side, it's all contraband
And if somebody asks you