| Thanks to Calderoli, we get all of you out
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| Funeral with flowers, you thank those gentlemen
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| There is one for you: have you looked at my girl?
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| And one for you too: you step over me in the line
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| And then one for you: you have the coolest car
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| And also one for you, and you, and you, and you!
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| Bella Calderoli, we'll take you all out
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| We make many holes in you, you thank those gentlemen
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| Brother, hidden under the bed, a great thirst for violence
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| I take the iron from the drawer, God, I can't do without it
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| I always wear him, he makes me feel fit
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| Thanks to the mega of the League and this splendid reform
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| It is self-defense
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| I decide it myself, depending on the disagreement
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| Fear of the different is Borghezio's dream
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| And a lot of shit is not enough, the message is: "Get yourself a weapon and stay alert"
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| Defects in the pre-frontal lobes, booked criminals
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| Even the normals sclerate
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| Domestic violence, thanks to the parliamentarians
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| Things like more accidental killings, more mafia vendettas
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| How can you make the laws? |
| You prophesy secessions
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| How can you stay in the polling stations? |
| Organize squadrons
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| I thought the state was good
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| I thought that the state guaranteed the right to life
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| Thanks to Calderoli, we get all of you out
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| Funeral with flowers, you thank those gentlemen
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| There is one for you: you are dressed strangely
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| And also one for you: you don't understand Italian?
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| And then one for you: also look under the sofa
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| And also one for you, and you, and you, and you!
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| Bella Calderoli, we'll take you all out
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| We make many holes in you, you thank those gentlemen
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| Tension strategy
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| Shopping at the armory and my family is a firing squad
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| The story of immigrants is no longer scary
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| From fathers, children learn to remove the safety and "Boom!"
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| And for the Lega it is a success
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| Put an iron in the hand of those who can't pronounce a Smith & Wesson
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| Here everyone who wants the sheriff's star
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| They stab the mother and then blame the caliphs
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| The black man's anxiety is the root of hatred for the foreigner
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| Do you want to integrate? |
| Off with the beard and off the veil!
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| And then shoot whoever has stolen his seat on the bus
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| Shoot those who don't eat polenta but couscous
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| It starts the patrol when it is dark
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| They touch the cannon, bro, so they finally have it hard
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| A blow to all, the law of the Far West remains with the heirs
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| To hospitals and to all those who shoot themselves in the foot
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| Thanks to Calderoli, we get all of you out
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| Funeral with flowers, you thank those gentlemen
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| There is one for you: have you looked at my girl?
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| And one for you too: you step over me in the line
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| And then one for you: you have the coolest car
|
| And also one for you, and you, and you, and you!
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| Bella Calderoli, we'll take you all out
|
| We make many holes in you, you thank those gentlemen
|
| Thanks to Calderoli, we get all of you out
|
| Funeral with flowers, you thank those gentlemen
|
| There is one for you: you are dressed strangely
|
| And also one for you: you don't understand Italian?
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| And then one for you: also look under the sofa
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| And also one for you, and you, and you, and you!
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| Bella Calderoli, we'll take you all out
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| We make many holes in you, you thank those gentlemen |