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PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Bottrill
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Jones
Composer
Danny Carey
Composer
Maynard James Keenan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TOOL
Producer
David Bottrill
Producer
Songteksten
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
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