Rosaria

My blood is up, I'm feeling  shirty
My neck is sweaty, My sheets are all curdy
When I look at you, I feel so dirty
Start thinking 'bout pieces of silver thirty.

I don't mean to sound like some Savonarola
But things are falling out of control,
And I know someday will come the toll,
When we've got to pay back for what we stole.


     Rosaria, Rosaria,
     They start you off, so young, so young

Where's your mother, to lift you up out of the cracks?
Well then, where's your father, maybe pick up the slack?
'Cause I know some day, you won't come back
Be a blood meal for some maniac.

Thirteen years, she's already crewing,
Tripping, freaking, lacing, brewing,
My God, my God, what are we doing?
What ain't even built is already a ruin
 

     Rosaria, Rosaria,
     They start you off, so young, so young


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