Testo The Three Shadows

Oh classic gentlemen Say your prayers To the wind of prostitution To your faces, and Rex complexes Riddle my breast Full of the oppressed pus. Oh gentlemen, with your fish That you surround, all around And you man, will always point Your fishes at me. But I will always exist Because I alway sexist Damn good too The rat race begins The fat face stings I hold the fresh pink baby With a smile. I slice off those rosy cheeks Because I feel so thirsty And Oedipus Rex complexes ...riddle my closed bloated breast. Oh gentlemen Swallow your prayers Because the wind makes a mockery of men Your soul becomes a fish You swim in idle waters and drink other fishes piss Your soul feeds on fish On piss, puss and men Who in turn, become as you have become, A fish No, not even that, but a symbol of a fish Hooked by the baby flesh of maggots A ripple of life in tin This tin could become your world too So choose between this and water Choose between tin and piss Do you still feel thirsty now Are you thirsty now Are you thirsty now Do you still feel Thirsty Thirsty now