rate me

Lyrics by: Kochon

If you have something to confess,

Do it now, give yourself some peace

Of course I knew god had arranged it all.

That was obvious one, one, minute I was here,

Frustrated boy, in an obscure little town

The next I was here

But what did it matter?

He adored my music

Everybody like me,

I like myself

Until He came

My music, it started without me!

What was god up to?

My heart was filling up

With such hatred for that little man.

For the first time in my life

I began to know really violent thoughts

All i ever wanted

Was to sing to god

He gave me that longing

Then made me mute!


Tell me that

If he didn't want me

To appraise Him with music

Why implant the desire?

Like a lust in my body

And then deny me the talent!

Naturally, the Italians! Of course!

Always the Italians!

They are musical idiots!

And you want them,

To judge my music?

Because you choose for your instrument

A boastful, lustful, smutty, infantile boy

And give me for the reward only the ability

To recognise the incarnation.

Because you are unjust!

Unfair, unkind!

I will block you

I swear it!

Maestro Salieri

At last!

Such an immense joy. Diletto straordinario!

Grazie Signore

Lyrics by: Kochon

Thanks to Kochon for these lyrics

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