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Caparezza — ?! (2000)
Who the Fuck Makes Me Do It (Italian original)
Translation by Phleks(Distorted voice)
I take a look around and I see
"Tonight let's go everybody to the disco!!!"
Things I had never seen
Moralistic bitches mixed with mystic satanists
I'm sad
Please somebody tell me if there is
A bit of coherence
Without that
There is nothing more for me to do
Than to hit the DJ
Enough!
You busted my balls with that record
I can't put up with underground
I knock you out in first round
Those pills-eaters
I'd like to hang 'em
Now go away
Go back to your mommy
Who'll lull you to sleep with a lullaby
In the toilet there's a smooth-skinned good-looking one
But she pisses like she's got a snake between her legs
She looks at me and my dick goes limp
Everything goes wrong
Why does nobody take his part like Sciascia (1)
Let me convert you
Watch out!
Warn me
If I leave my ass uncovered
Desert this shitty place
leave it alone
With this volume I can't even speak Chorus
I ask myself
Who the fuck makes me do it? (8x) (Distorted voice)
"Ok, then let's go to the 'Goths of Death' gig!!!!" Those 15-year-olds have malaria
Lazy faces
They already use Viagra
In the Stupids Festival
The stupids are way too many
Storms of Dead Goths
Watch out!
They invoke the death
They want death
A lot of death
Explain to me: if you like death so much
Why don't you kill yourselves???
Shit and more shit
Gives me this shitty life
It watches me through a microscope as I, bent, make larva
I take this curve slowly
I don't skid
This music makes me fat
Like Marlon Brando
A Tango in Paris is better
Memo Remigi (2)
A demo by the dumbest MC is better than this noise
There's no life-guard in this crowded pool
They left their brains on the night table
On the stage they're vomiting
We're elbowing each other
Go fuck youself!
I'm even getting seasick Chorus
I ask myself
Who the fuck makes me do it? (8x) (Distorted voice)
"Ok, then let's go to the "Death Monks" gig!!!! (Distorted voice)
"Then let's go everybody to the stadium" Leave me alone like Rita Pavone (3)
If you go to see the soccer match
Why don't I come with you?
They aren't good people
They push their way in violently
pushing
Tear down this place!!!!
immediately tearing down the place
Slogan-shouting hooligans know fascist hymns
On the benches are fans mixed with terrorists
there's a desire to be sad if a homicide happens
the noise creates an intense feeling of bother.
Hooligans and swastikas
Perfect couple
I'll shove that stick up your ass with the scudetto (4)
Too many rude fans without names have weapons in their hands
Like Antoine said: "They'll throw stones at you." (5)
Spit, coins, toilet paper
On Sundays they'll even bring the trumpet for the charge
I think even in the sperm bank I haven't seen so many dicks jumping together
Sometimes I'd like to make things go better, but ... Chorus
I ask myself
Who the fuck makes me do it? (8x) (Distorted voice)
"Ok, then let's go to the "Death monks" gig!!!! NOTES(1) Leonardo Sciascia was a Sicilian author who wrote the book A ciascuno il suo (To Each His Own). BACK
(2) Memo Remigi is a singer who records silly novelty pop songs. BACK
(3) Singer Rita Pavone recorded her 1962 hit "La partita di pallone" in which she asks her man, "Why do you always leave me alone on Sundays to go to the soccer game?"BACK
(4) The "Scudetto" is the name of the prize for the Italian soccer championship. BACK
(5) In his Italian-language tune "Pietre" from the late 1960s, French pop singer Antoine's sang: "Se sei brutto ti tirano le pietre.../Se sei bello ti tirano le pietre/Qualunque cosa fai, dovunque te ne vai,/Sempre pietre in faccia prenderai." BACK
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