C'eravamo tanto sbagliati - Lo Stato Sociale

Fanculo a chi non ha mai colpa

A chi ha una scusa per tutto

A chi si è fatto da solo

A chi cerca pubblicità

A chi parla bene per moda e pensa male per moda

A chi si innamora solo per secondo

A chi va sempre di corsa e non è ancora arrivato da nessuna parte

Ai conformisti da cortile, ai professori di vita

A chi lo dicono i numeri

A chi la crisi è passata

A chi sogna piccolo e si vive come un grande

A chi non crede alle favole ma ti fa sempre una morale

A chi non alza mai la testa se non per annuire

A chi lo vuole il mercato

A chi lo chiede l’Europa

A chi dice all’estero è tutto meglio e lo trovi sempre qui a lamentarsi

A chi non vota mai e ti da sempre un voto

A chi giudica e non viene mai giudicato

A chi rompe i coglioni e non li mette mai sul piatto

A chi odia il successo e non vuole nient’altro davvero

A chi pensa di dover educare la gente perché la gente gli fa schifo

E questa cosa lo fa sentire bene e soprattutto tra tutta la gente distaccato e

superiore

A chi non gioca per davvero

A chi non sa farsi male

A chi non cala le sue carte

A chi trucca la partita

Fanculo a chi non ha iniziato niente

E a te dice che è finita

Lalalala lalalala

Fanculo a chi non sbaglia le amicizie

A chi si fida se lo dice la tv

A chi gode solo lui

A chi soffre solo lui

Ma poi non vuole morire solo

A chi crede di conoscerti se ascolta una canzone

A chi per ogni stronzata ti chiede di scrivere una canzone

A chi in pubbblico ti insulta e in privato vuole sapere quanto scopi

A chi muore di tempo libero e a chi conta le ore

A chi le ha viste tutte e deve raccontartele assolutamente

A chi vuole scherzare su tutti e si prende sempre sul serio

A chi è per la democrazia del televoto e la rivoluzione del digitale

La libertà di pagare a rate e tutti i tuoi piccoli diritti da schiavo

A chi te lo dice da regista, musicista, attore, artista

Te lo dice e intanto se lo dice da solo

A chi non sta né a destra né a sinstra

Che se fosse su una strada finirebbe investito

A chi le cose le fa di mestiere in attesa che qualcuno lo paghi

E dice che tu le fai per l’anima del cazzo e hai pure la colpa che ti pagano

A chi non conosce i chilometri, le facce sfatte, gli alberghi sporchi,

i sogni mancati, i treni persi, le ore vuote

A chi non sceglie mai, a chi non rischia mai, a chi non sbaglia mai,

a chi non brucia mai, a chi non muore mai

A chi non si perde mai

A chi non ha mai davvero paura

A chi è come sarei diventato io se per un po' di paura in meno avessi scelto di

non rischiare mai

Fanculo a chi non si lascia cadere

Lalalala lalala

A chi ti chiede una firma che tanto è una formalità

A chi non è mai stato lungimirante e ti dice di guardare lontano

A chi si rifa il sorriso e vince le elezioni

A chi somiglia alla parte di me che odio e non se ne va

A chi va tutto bene, sempre tutto bene, sempre solo bene, fanculo

Lalala lalala

Fuck who is never to blame

To those who have an excuse for everything

To those who made themselves

To those looking for advertising

To those who speak well for fashion and think badly for fashion

To those who fall in love only for a second

To those who are always in a hurry and have not yet gotten anywhere

To the backyard conformists, to life professors

To whom the numbers tell

To whom the crisis has passed

To those who dream small and live like a big one

To those who do not believe in fairy tales but always make you a moral

To those who never raise their heads except to nod

To those who want it from the market

To those who ask Europe

To those who say abroad everything is better and you always find them here complaining

Who never votes and always gives you a vote

To those who judge and are never judged

To those who break the balls and never put them on the plate

To those who hate success and really don't want anything else

Who thinks they have to educate people because people make them sick

And this thing makes him feel good and especially among all people aloof and

superior

Who doesn't really play

To those who do not know how to get hurt

Who does not drop his cards

Who fixes the game

Fuck who hasn't started anything

And it tells you it's over

Lalalala lalalala

Fuck those who don't make mistakes in friendships

Who do you trust if the TV says so

To those who enjoy only him

To those who suffer only him

But then he doesn't want to die alone

Who thinks they know you if he listens to a song

Who for every bullshit asks you to write a song

Who insults you in public and privately wants to know how much you fuck

To those who die of free time and to those who count the hours

To those who have seen them all and must absolutely tell you about them

To those who want to joke about everyone and always take themselves seriously

Who is for the democracy of televoting and the digital revolution

The freedom to pay in installments and all your little slave rights

To those who tell you as a director, musician, actor, artist

He tells you and in the meantime he says it himself

To those who are neither on the right nor on the left

That if he were on a road he would be run over

To those who do things for a living while waiting for someone to pay them

And she says that you do them for the fucking soul and you also have the guilt they pay you

To those who do not know the kilometers, the unmade faces, the dirty hotels,

the missed dreams, the lost trains, the empty hours

To those who never choose, to those who never take risks, to those who never make mistakes,

to those who never burn, to those who never die

To those who never get lost

To those who are never really afraid

Who is how I would have become if for a little less fear I had chosen to

never take risks

Fuck those who don't let themselves fall

Lalalala lalala

To those who ask you for a signature which is so much a formality

To those who have never been far-sighted and tell you to look far

To those who smile again and win the elections

Who looks like the part of me I hate and won't go away

Who's all right, always all right, always just fine, fuck it

Lalala lalala