Got it All, Got it All
Got it All, Got it All
Blood red is the writing
Because the thoughts are ugly
Got it All, Got it All
Got it All, Got it All
Blood red is the writing
Because the thoughts are ugly
And yes, that's right
Man is forgetful, but hatred is not transient
My heart from Caserta-ah-ah-ah-ah
It screams for Vendetta-ah-ah-ah
You are dead, I dig you again
The punishment comes for everything, you did not believe that
It drives you crazy, everywhere is my name
I watch you through posters
And when it gets dark, you can hear me in clubs
The girls you like are singing my hooks
I just look fatter and fatter on photos
I'm in the studio and produce boards
Got forty times gold
That's called success (ey)
Yes, I rolled you over (ey)
Yes, it fucks your pride (ey)
Maybe it will be over soon
But it never started with you
I want you to know that I know you are burning
And that's why I'm writing this song, ah-ah-ah-ah
Tragic end like Don Savastano and Ciro
Only one of us leaves the cemetery alive again
Have people, who are waiting for me to tell him, "Go!"
Death lurks always and everywhere like Don Vito
Got it All, Got it All
Got it All, Got it All
Got it All, Got it All
Got it All, Got it All
Got it All, Got it All
Got it All, Got it All
Got it All, Got it All
Got it All, Got it All