Fulminacci – Ragù

I have to write a hit that isn’t a hit
Yes, in order not to take steps backwards or even forwards
And not to lose what little general public
I’ve won over the years

Look how much you look like me
We are children
Of antibiotics in chickens
Of plastic in dreams
And all artists do
With millions and sad faces
And when you tell me about the book you wrote
I think

I’m not interested
Your reasons, your artificial thinking It
will tire you
Your existence
It’s locked inside a cultural prison
I won’t come to see you

Hey, how much do you give me?
I do what you want
Without a sense of shame
They will never stop me
Can’t you see I’m hungry?
Two thousand euros, three stories
A singer-songwriter ragù
It’s what you need

Did you know that there are those who believe in God but not in medicine?
And he talks to me about Italy, how it was before
I’m against prejudice but your face
It only makes me think of the Duce and cocaine

Okay they’re crazy
But we’re depressed
Since we came to terms
Lateran citizens
And like Gianna I saw it a different world
Somewhere in the multiverse
And woe to anyone who tries to change things
Lady DDD

I’m not interested
Your reasons, your artificial thinking
Where does it come from and where does it go
Your existence
Is closed inside a cultural prison
I won’t visit you

Hey, how much do you give me?
I do what you want
Without a sense of shame
They will never stop me
Can’t you see I’m hungry?
Two thousand euros, three stories
A singer-songwriter ragù
It’s what you need

For the Flaminio stadium
For the Vittoria arena
For the important choices
Who don’t make history
For those who just can’t do it
Looking for work at parties
For nobody’s daughters
For those who are roasted and smoked

Hey, how much can you give me?
I do what you want
Without a sense of shame
They will never stop me
But can’t you see that I have children?
Two thousand euros, three stories
A singer-songwriter ragout
It’s what it takes
A songwriter ragout
It’s what it takes

I have to write a hit that isn’t a hit
Of those you feel ashamed of while you sing them
Nobody likes them
But everyone knows them