1. Del Rocca

Certainly Rocca in his stinkin' uniform
Settles matters with Chianti, sitting in La Scala
Scrawling on a piece of the wall, stresses it word by word
He sells pills to dirty imbeciles.
He sets off, lookin' for viruses
So that his easy hand makes the strings sound
He says: "I believe, but not everyone"
He talked with an acid head, flyin' home.
Rocca counts stars or looks inside the soul
He's going to give a nipper for the old Europe
He congeals in silence, just like a rock,
When from the heights speaks to him miss Bush.
He prowls in the mountains, escapes bears
He watches France from the top of a hill
He stinks and says: "I f... the bottle,"
Too often he shoots at people and strikes at his skull!
Rocca repels the attacks of gloomy sad fools,
He... makes their souls so happy
He says, when it ends, for sure he'll come here
To make an exception: to shoot at you, at you!
He cannot understand, the Junta hate him,
Rocca haunts policemen with a rubber banana,
He's organisin' the flock and bringin' crates of beer
His lady's reprimandin' him, no, no, no,
Rocca got too much!!!
He's like steel, hard like a motherf...er,
But he's gonna live not long,
Wake up sucker!

2. Barmy Army

Swimmin' in s... I've got all on command
Always, everywhere I've got something to do,
The screams of blockheads – almost shootin' the dead
Oh! What's the stink, revolutions in my brain!
On one command we wake up, we're a mob
Followin' the madmen we bleed by our eyes,
And one shout gives us a dream
A big problem we've got – can we dream or not?!
His stupid snout and arms like a buffalo
His carrion will fill up empty spaces in a battle – array
Curses like a bandit and leaps at the wall
Notorious fool – automatic uniform
He knows so little, but here he's the law
He didn't make efforts to get on my nerves
I hate his laughter, it isn't sincere
He reacts to command – an animal intellect.
They talk about it and try to frighten
They talk about that – delude by rewards
My carrion will fill up this empty place
I'll stay unknown – driven into concrete.
I'm a shooter and a target, I'm a hero – killer.
If I kill more I'll get a monument
I'll die with desire, I got their word:
Fire will burn over my head!
Barmy Army, Dead Army, Barmy Army, Shadows Army.

3. I Mean Acid / Do Ya Like It?

It's not true, that I'm a drunkard
Even though mother damned a thousand times,
It's not true, that I'm ungreatful
But I'm not without a blemish too.
It's true, Jim has almost killed me
Even though he wasn't my master
It's true – I'm not afraid of acid
And I'd like everything right now.
Somebody said that I'm a kid
And he was absolutely right
Somebody saw me mixin' "Bloody Titus"
He said, "It's not an attraction."
A drunk lady danced behind me
Naked in my black leather
I Intended to f... her as cold as stone
But I couldn't – I got too much
And it's true, that I'm wicked
Even though they thanked me many times
It's true that I'm a motherf...er
But I don't fell any repulsion to myself
Hey you, don't tell me, don't even try,
That fault is only mine,
And don't damn acid,
It's cheap and it kicks so well
I mean acid! Do you like it?!

4. Waitin' 4 The Hair

Fifty bears jumped on my neck
And fago told me it would come back, yeah!
He said: "Sometimes it's very painful
When they are biting and trying to suck, suck!"
You see, this evening as an executioner
Tormented me again
And lost apostles kicked my ass!
Kicked so strong
And the colored lady did nothing
To make me feel well
They killed my soul
I wanted it cos I'm a fool In Rome you will take your vengeance
-Rocca was sure
It is to be ninety-two, yeah!
-Some guys will cry
And the city always knows where I'm going
In it;s swollen dead body
The city will send apostles
The city's not stupid
Waitin' 4, waitin' 4
Fago wrote me a letter,
He said: "I got no money
For bread, for wine, and for condoms, either but..."

5. L.O.V.E. Machine

You know this is the end, when you're in her hands
And your desire is on the edge of madness
I know this feelin' – she often tormented me
I prefer to escape, than die in her bed
It's a compliment to her, to hear you screamin' all night
To see fallin', yeah, so slowly down and down
I will see your end between her hot thighs
I'll see your corpse, yeah! Under her hungry body!
Her dirty mind is possessed to f...
Her burning brain is...
She cannot sleep, she's...
I must meet you, dirty pig!
But your sight makes me sick!
Lammin', obstrusive, vulgar, emasculatin' machine.

6. IF... The Violence (I'm Sure I'm Right)

(I'm Sure I'm Right)
Did you see these guys fighting on the streets
Did you hear these f...ers, waitin' for you and me
Did you see your friend, bleeding on his knees
Do you feel the fear, darkness is coming here
Did you see the blood on the walls of houses
Do you feel the fear, darkness is coming here
If... the violence and I'm sure I'm right.

7. I Am The Mystic

I'm a street spy, I'm a Spanish fly
I'm coarse, thorough, and a sensitive bastard
I'm always a pig in a lady's company
I drive away suckers standin' on the corner
I'm a diamond throat of the local pub
My sister's got deviations, I know it well
I'm seducing blondie without any difficulties
I always drink brandy on a friday night
I'm the loudest screamer at the boss's party
I spend long hours with my black partner
I am a rattlesnake, I crush my victims
I'm the cheapest model in the porno magazines
I am the mystic
I am the one
I'm killin' cops – He's dropping out!!!

8. Woman With The Dirty Feet

Baby, I wanna see you tonight
I love the stink of your body
Let me show you what I can
Honey, I'm a real man
Since you left me, baby
I'm broken, I bleed
My tears are falling and falling
Falling on your dirty feet
Woman with the dirty feet.

9. Megalopolis

Metropolis creates mob and mob creates its face
Megalopolis builds barriers, you die under their stress
The mob creates its atmosphere:
Bitches, drugs, guns for sale.
I'm a stranger in the city, in its rotten part
I will destroy the barriers and If I win
I'll get lucky!
The mob watchfully guards the wall
It's very hard to get through!
Volunteers in the army's rows, essence of slums and stench
Dead body of a city – alienation and water, the beginning of a job
Killers from dirty streets, victims of the city's creation
Fifty bucks for one head, they are not afraid of this task
To approach them is a risk, conscience is taboo
To escape them has no sense, losers in the system abound
Metropolis creates the gang and the gang defines the city
Parasites love this corpse, killers in the army's rows!
How many people did you kill?
About two hundred and fifty
How many murders did you see?
About two or three thousand
Tell me man, did you use choppers?
Yeah, we used choppers to torment!!!
And I wait for the darkness to set myself free...

10. Nagasaki Baby

Her eyes see a splintered sky and the sun's forgotten them
Her face is a fresh wound, honestly it's smashed
It's strange that she breathes, my sweet, little dead body
Oh no, she's not dyin', she's not burned completely.
You hide between the walls your idiotic smile
And I could lie to you, that there's something in you
You don't want to show your ashen-gray hands
I won't tell you this, but to who will you give them?!
And she never laughs, my burned little cat
And she never cries, she's lost her tears
This overdose of pain is impossible to get
I see the traces of the flames on her thin back!
I don't wanna look at your hands
I feel awful when you splutter, I am yours
I feel fear, when I gotta cuddle you
Even though I know you are mine, mine!

11. Moshin' In The Nite

Litza's teeth tear the cork from the wine
His hunger is so visible now
The sight of this guy makes me insane
Let him go faster – I will stop shaking
The iron dogs of the city arrive together
They are excited and ready to mosh
Glass-eyed corpses will fall down tonight
They will be out and the new will come
Yeah, scream of axes, such a noisy party
Don't preach to me here, about my situation
Yeah lanky guys are droppin' dead now
There'll be a ton of puke – just one of the attractions
Reinforcements are comin' – I'm defendin' myself
I won't drop so fast, surrender to no one
I'm losing my fingers in her appetising shame
No, not this week, I'm not comin' home!
An iron dog of the city, a never sober thrasher
He's haulin', oh, a big sack of joy
The crew's defendin' him, rollin' orbits
This night, just like the last, some of the guests will drop down
The orange sun pulls me out of it, oh well
There's no talkin' about any overdose
A "Red Barchetta" is flyin' through my ears
I'm waitin' patiently for a new sack of joy, joy!
It is hittin' us – Adrenalines kick
And we are not guilty in this situation
Litza's greedy jaw is lookin' for the foe
Our bangin' heads are harder than a rock.

12. Mike Cwel

Mike does these things gratis
He is very well known in the city
His ass is his decoy and a trap for the children
Mike is the first playboy of the railway station
He is the favorite of suckers
Mike is a seniors lover
He is almost a man, he's a star of suckin'
His body is a magnet for the old boys
Mike is an ideal guy
He's a real motherf...er!!!
Do you wanna be somebody just like him?!?!
No, nobody wants to be a smelly, dirty putana!!!
Mike sucks my dick everyday a week!