Fifty bears jumped on my neck

And fago told me it would come back, yeah!

He said: „Sometimes it’s very painful

When they are biting and trying to suck, suck!”

You see, this evening as an executioner

Tormented me again

And lost apostles kicked my ass!

Kicked so strong

And the colored lady did nothing

To make me feel well

They killed my soul

I wanted it cos I’m a fool

In Rome you will take your vengeance

– Rocca was sure

It is to be ninety-two, yeah!

– Some guys will cry

And the city always knows where I’m going

In its swollen dead body

The city will send apostles

The city’s not stupid

Waitin’ 4, waitin’ 4

Fago wrote me a letter,

He said: „I got no money

For bread, for wine, and for condoms, either but...”^[1]