Lyrics:

Settles matters with Chianti, sitting in La ScalaScrawling on a piece of the wall, stresses it word by wordHe sells pills to dirty imbeciles.He sets off, lookin' for virusesSo that his easy hand makes the strings soundHe says: \'I believe, but not everyone\'He talked with an acid head, flyin' home.Rocca counts stars or looks inside the soulHe's going to give a nipper for the old EuropeHe congeals in silence, just like a rock,When from the heights speaks to him miss Bush.He prowls in the mountains, escapes bearsHe watches France from the top of a hillHe 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 happyHe says, when it ends, for sure he'll come hereTo 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 beerHis 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!
Acid Drinkers Del Rocca