La grettezza e la superstizione generano mostri. Oggi più che mai mi sento circondato da bestie cerebrolese.
Remembering (tra gli altri) Mia Martini.
Very superstitious, writing’s on the wall,
Very superstitious, ladders bout’ to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin’ glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.
When you believe in things that you don’t understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain’t the way
Very superstitious, wash your face and hands,
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can,
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin’ strong,
You don’t wanna save me, sad is my song.
When you believe in things that you don’t understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain’t the way, yeh, yeh.
Very superstitious, nothin’ more to say,
Very superstitious, the devil’s on his way,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin’ glass,
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past
When you believe in things that you don’t understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain’t the way, no, no, no
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