The Rot-ten Apples

Time: 5:01
Words: Indriolo
Music: Colman – Brunello – De Marchi – Indriolo – Schimd

Cursed be the day I met you,
your envy spreads lies, your lies are shaky…

… like a drunk tightrope walker’s mood…

A tree is known by its fruit, remember…
the roots are the mirror image of leafage.

Can I water the apple tree where you’re hanged with dangling legs?

Thinking too, can burn my liver.
Smart liveried coachman of a shaky liveried…

… like a drunk driver’s mood,
crashed into the wall of your sins.

Can I water the apple tree where you’re hanged with dangling legs?

In this paradise plants grow only by the rotten apples,
Some people ate them greedily and someother spat them out.

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