Lupara Bianca - The Crimea

You promised me shared destiny, you promised centuries

Told of riches unspeakable, beyond my wildest dreams

No more the man I used to be, before you got your claws into me

Your eyes like flying saucers, my bloody Mary

And every day was Christmas day, from that moment on

You promised me slave’s loyalty, you promised the cotton fields

But the Christmas tree stood naked, as the day it was first born

A halo of needles, circle its skeleton

Promise me Tarzan and Jane, Anthony and Cleopatra

Promise Adam and Eve, and I still won’t believe

Promise Hiroshima, promise Casablanca

And I still won’t get born, and I still won’t be human

Regiments of warrior hooded crows swoop low, to watch the end unfold

Vampires scream into the night, feasting on our souls

Beneath the silent disco glitter ball, we waltz on eternally

And I turn to spaghetti, when she breathed on me

God watches safe from a hill above the all lopsided battle

Tommy machine gun tongues crackle like the fifth of November,

I remember the stealing from grandmothers years, often-times I can’t sleep

I paint a portrait of her ashes, of my shadow boxer’s dreams

Promise me Tarzan and Jane, Anthony and Cleopatra

Promise Adam and eve, and I still won’t believe

Promise Hiroshima, promise Casablanca

And I still won’t get born, and I still won’t be human

Promise Atlantis, Lupara Bianca

Promise Valhalla, promise moonlight sonatas

Promise her witches fingernails, draw blood along my spine

And I still won’t have blood, and I still won’t have feelings

Promise the dream, napoleon and Josephine

And I still can’t be killed, and I’ll still be immortal

Promise the force, will be with us wherever we go

And the nightmare crescendos and we still can’t be woken

You dragged me by the hair, took me by the scruff of the neck

A thousand drunken nights we played kiss-chase to the death

I played the starving peasants, I played Mary Antoinette

Your snow white skin like porcelain, You promised me the end