Cibo Per Gattini Songtext
von Irk

A fear of physical harm
All hell

David has gone to jail
He learned to dance
And now he has
A fear of physical harm
All hell

Alice would keep her tongue behind her teeth
But now she can′t forget it


Well they say that pain makes us sentimental
I don't know, perhaps there is tenderness
Is it that you feel it sitting on your chest?
That you feel it sitting on the bathroom floor?

Cibo per gattini
Un pezzo di pollo
I miei piccolini
Il morso del collo
Il sangue viscoso
L′urlare stridente
L'occhio geloso
Lo sguardo morente

However far you may travel in this world
You will still occupy the same volume of space

A fear of physical harm