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Data di rilascio: 29.11.2011
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Killer Inside Me |
You’ve probably seen me hanging around |
I’m a very familiar face in this town |
A day doesn’t go by that I don’t meet |
A lot of my friends walking down the street |
I’m never too busy to stop by the way |
And I’ve always got something pleasant to say |
Maybe some perceptive thoughts about the weather |
Or the latest news from Wall Street, whatever |
I could stand around all day making small talk |
Gushing platitudes, blocking the sidewalk |
Tying people up for hours with ease |
My one big talent is shooting the breeze |
When they start to squirm, I really get going |
But only my happy-face smile is showing |
Why can’t they see what I’m trying to hide |
I’m bustin' a gut, laughing on the inside |
It’s in their smile when I say hello |
I can see they think I’m a little bit slow |
But after a while with me, they look dazed |
Their eyes covered with a donut glaze |
I really start to cook when I see that look |
I hit 'em with every cliché in the book |
Their knees wobble and they start to weave |
It’s like they’re begging for permission to leave |
They think they are having a brush with stupidity |
I don’t laugh, even though it’s killing me |
Watching them wilt like day-old flowers |
Ticking off the minutes as they turn to hours |
They are wondering how much more they can take |
I give 'em a friendly smile and a handshake |
We say goodbye very politely |
Now say hello to the killer inside me |
Now say hello to the killer inside me |
Everybody has their doubts about my sanity |
But nothing happens 'cause they all feel sorry for me |
I’ve got the whole town under my thumb |
And all I’ve gotta do is keep acting dumb |
«Oh that boy Lou» they say «what a guy |
A little on the slow side but wouldn’t hurt a fly» |
«and such a gentleman!» «Oh yes I know |
He sure can talk your ear off though!» |
I tip my hat and pretend I don’t hear |
Grinning like a half-wit from ear to ear |
I can think of a thousand ways to say hello |
So I start through 'em all, and go real slow |
They listen hard, and act like they care |
How can they be so completely unaware |
Of the truth the answer is always denied me |
So I introduce them to the killer inside me |