Текст (слова) песни: Dashboard Confessional - Letter
Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda? (1)
Hm? You think you`re cool, right? Hm? Hm? When you kicked out people [out of] your house
I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer, you know? Asshole. You`re gonna be one of those.
I [don`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, hm? 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.
[Bang bang / Deep pain]
No one does 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. (2) I hope somebody in your family dies soon.
Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai a sucare cazzi su un aereo! (3) (1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit? (2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch. (3) Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!
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