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David Bottrill
David Bottrill
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Adam Jones
Adam Jones
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Danny Carey
Danny Carey
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Maynard James Keenan
Maynard James Keenan
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David Bottrill
David Bottrill
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Lyrics

Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda? You think you're cool, right? When you kicked out people out of the house I tell you this, one of three Americans is dying out of cancer, you know? Asshole, and you're gonna be one of those I didn't have the courage to kick your ass directly Don't have enough courage for that, I could, you know? You know you're gonna have another accident? You know I'm involved with black magic? Fuck you, die, bastard You think you're so cool? Asshole And if I ever see your fucking face around in Europe or Italy Well I'll, that time I'm gonna kick your ass Fuck you, fucking Americans, Yankee You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise Deep pain, no one did what you did to me You wanna know something? Fuck you I want your balls smashed, eat shit, bastard Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana Hope somebody in your family dies soon Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai a sucare cazzi su un aereo
Writer(s): Maynard James Keenan, Adam Jones, Daniel Carey, Justin Gunner Chancellor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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