Lyrics

I met you when we were jumping out of the border With no papers, there was him For me it was a brand new sensation For you just another trip Everything seemed so illegal But finding was a piece of shit So I find myself another room And try to write another hit With broken dreams the magazines Everything dropped on the floor Handling bags the talking heads And now there's someone at the door A few muchachas and lots of cucarachas And stuff enough to kill off the boredom But there's one thing you might be sure of I don't feel funky anymore You pushed me to a situation That ruined our relationship We're just starving for affection And I didn't have a place to hit I guess when the kitchen sinks The rats get away from the ship So I find myself another room And try to write another hit Sogni svaniti, giornali e riviste È tutto sparso per terra Letti disfatti, Celentano Ha sempre qualcuno alla porta Alcune ragazze e molti scarafaggi La gente è molto cattiva Ma c'è una cosa [di] cui devi star certo Non mi sento funky mai più Sogni svaniti, giornali e riviste È tutto sparso per terra Letti disfatti, Celentano Ha sempre qualcuno alla porta Alcune ragazze e molti scarafaggi La gente è molto cattiva Ma c'è una cosa [di] cui devi star certo Non mi sento funky mai più With broken dreams the magazines Everything dropped on the floor Handling bags the talking heads And now there's someone at the door A few muchachas and lots of cucarachas And stuff enough to kill off the boredom But there's one thing you might be sure of I don't feel funky anymore