(Last! Last! Last! Last!)
If you don't put the last one, we won't leave
Mr deejay plays hand grenades
If you don't put the last one, we won't leave
Mr deejay, we don't have sleep
If you don't put the last one, we won't leave
Mr deejay, we don't have sleep

With hand grenades

With hand grenades

I stay in time ago
In winter I used to go to Poggia
With my brothers from Palermo, Salerno and Foggia, now
You act tough but you're on social media
First in the square even with the rain and with
Cocoon, coccoricò and coke
Forgive me mother for my crazy life
I shout "last" with a hoarse voice
Then I go home and I don't understand a thing

Don't let the farmer know
How good the Belvedere bowl is
I don't care, Sven Vath plays
People fainting, people going
No no, I don't want to go to bed
I want to go where they play techno
Tattoos and septum, metal detector
They make you a Rolex, they give you the Sector

(Last! Last! Last! Last!)
(Last! Last! Last! Last!)
If you don't put the last one, we won't leave
Mr deejay plays hand grenades
If you don't put the last one, we won't leave
Mr deejay, we don't have sleep
If you don't put the last one, we won't leave
Mr deejay, we don't have sleep

With hand grenades

With hand grenades

Undercover cops, we of the lower bourgeoisie
Always outside the Amnesia, we are pre with amnesia
In possession of a five I think "what can it be"
If I confess that I'm messed up they don't return the courtesy

(And we won't leave, eeh, ooh)
(And we won't leave, eeh, ooh)
(And we won't leave, eeh, ooh)
(And we won't leave, eeh, ooh)

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