Del Rocca Lyrics - Acid Drinkers

Certainly Rocca in his stinkin' uniform 

Settles matters with Chianti, sitting in La Scala 

Scrawling on a piece of the wall, stresses it word by word 

He sells pills to dirty imbeciles. 

He sets off, lookin' for viruses 

So that his easy hand makes the strings sound 

He says: "I believe, but not everyone" 

He talked with an acid head, flyin' home. 

Rocca counts stars or looks inside the soul 

He's going to give a nipper for the old Europe 

He congeals in silence, just like a rock, 

When from the heights speaks to him miss Bush. 

He prowls in the mountains, escapes bears 

He watches France from the top of a hill 

He stinks and says: "I f... the bottle," 

Too often he shoots at people and strikes at his skull! 

Rocca repels the attacks of gloomy sad fools, 

He... makes their souls so happy 

He says, when it ends, for sure he'll come here 

To make an exception: to shoot at you, at you! 

He cannot understand, the Junta hate him, 

Rocca haunts policemen with a rubber banana, 

He's organisin' the flock and bringin' crates of beer 

His lady's reprimandin' him, no, no, no, 

Rocca got too much!!! 

He's like steel, hard like a motherf...er, 

But he's gonna live not long, 

Wake up sucker!