You feel a love
Well you better love yourself
Be careful now
Because love is against the law
Just so high you could give a fucking shit about the law
It's with your blood, sweat and tears to be living at all
You fight the lies
Everybody tries to tell you you're dead
It flashed before your eyes before anybody had said
The motherfuckers never stop drilling holes in your head
You want life
Oh but then you die so slow
Hands up drop the gun
Shots you dead and that's the hole in the law
You close your eyes to look at the lies
But then you seen it all
A freeze frame lasts forever but the picture is small
They say love is everywhere and that's the damned disdain
Hits in your eyes
And butterflies are part of everything
The cloudy skies
The fog in your eyes
The will that lets you see
A chance to fall
And hear the call
And grab the magic ring
Don't be surprised when you wake up and they tell you you're dead
I find that hope is the same as nothing a all
The motherfuckers never stop drilling holes in your head
And maybe now as you're starting to sink
You wake up and remember the words to this song
Maybe now as it's starting to sink
You wake up to discover you're singing along
Well you better love yourself
Be careful now
Because love is against the law
Just so high you could give a fucking shit about the law
It's with your blood, sweat and tears to be living at all
You fight the lies
Everybody tries to tell you you're dead
It flashed before your eyes before anybody had said
The motherfuckers never stop drilling holes in your head
You want life
Oh but then you die so slow
Hands up drop the gun
Shots you dead and that's the hole in the law
You close your eyes to look at the lies
But then you seen it all
A freeze frame lasts forever but the picture is small
They say love is everywhere and that's the damned disdain
Hits in your eyes
And butterflies are part of everything
The cloudy skies
The fog in your eyes
The will that lets you see
A chance to fall
And hear the call
And grab the magic ring
Don't be surprised when you wake up and they tell you you're dead
I find that hope is the same as nothing a all
The motherfuckers never stop drilling holes in your head
And maybe now as you're starting to sink
You wake up and remember the words to this song
Maybe now as it's starting to sink
You wake up to discover you're singing along
la gente odia i falliti e io odio la gente. direi che siamo pari
The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars 
Sanremo 2001: i Placebo suonano Special K e spaccano le casse con la chitarra, pioggia di insulti,fischi e inchino finale.
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
'Til you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me
By giving you no time instead of it all
'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
'Til you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me
1969, Jimi Hendrix con i Rolling Stones prima di un loro concerto. Era il compleanno di Jimi, 27 anni.
