Pagliacci, Atto 1: 'Recitar!' (Canio) - Budapest Opera Orchestra, Roberto Paternostro, Fiamma Izzo D'Amico, Claudio Otelli & Constantin Alex

What the fuck? Where's my keys Where's my phone? What the fuck Could have sworn, were right here And I cannot go on In a service trap, lost in time and space Everything is wrong What happened? How could I have misplaced Such necessary things Such fucking necessary shit How will I tell my friends I am running late Will I get there before it ends Will they even wait Why would I just take them off They must have dropped, this Just needs to stop I need to stop Retrace my steps No, I will not rest How will I tell my friends I am running late How will I tell my friends I am running late How will I tell my friends I am running late I couldn't sworn, I never took them off My penance, my hiking clip that I once wore, must've come apart but when It must have when, no, no, no, no, no It couldn't have been when I, did the blow, blow, blow I heard them jingle when I opened the prinkles Though my head is foggy from the beers of my choking soul (Must have been when that bitch convinced me to do that stupid fucking dance Can't believe I made myself look like such a fucking idiot Didn't even fucking get laid) Ah, fuck em No, I will never fucking dougie again I will never fucking doggie again No, I will never fucking dougie again Again I will never fucking doggie again

Before I even got my car started I realized my phone wasn't in my pocket It must still be on the fuckin' charger What am I Fuckin' retarded? Three point turn brake noise burns I'm already late as it is Accident on Ninety Five Act like you've never seen one in your whole life Never gave a damn about a yield Short cut through a field, too late My fate is sealed Slowing down, Rolling sounds Blue light means I'm screwed right? A few cruisers from 2 or 3 completely distant towns Scream to get ahead But instead they bend their necks To inspect the 6 car wreck from someone who better be dead Wanna see heads roll by the cops as we come to a full Complete Stop Don't make me get out and kill you Because I've got a hammer in my console that will do Before you die you'll stammer "I thought someone was hurt" I'll recant "well yeah, but I'm late for work" As you bleed out on your fuckin' polo shirt I realize I got some of your guts on my work shorts As you bleed out on your fuckin' polo shirt I realize I got some of your guts on my work shorts Well I guess I'm gonna have to change I guess I'm gonna have to fucking change (Nice blinker asshole) (You can go faster than 45 on the highway it's only a little fuckin' rain) (What the fuck they're paving the roads, nothing to see but a fuckin' cop) Buy a tank Mow 'em down, grind their bones into the ground Fuck em still I'll be making caddy lack trendkill Buy a tank Mow 'em down, grind their bones into the ground Fuck em see I'll be making hate three potpourri Buy a tank Buy a tank

I don't want to raise you Look at me I'm fine, I raised my damn self Whining will not phase me Save yourself you ain't no fucking damsel Be a man, for shame dude Eyes on me, your prime example, anvil My life trajectory was perfect before you came along I was going to leave your mother that summer My tattoo artist still hasn't been paid for this half sleeve Because you need back to school clothes and shoes, every year Nights late with my guys Beers, tunes and some lines Cheers boys, here's to life Phone is off for the night Need a break from the stress Kids, they make such a mess Wife is all on my neck Won't just give it a rest Time Where did it go? I gotta go to work Fucking Goddammit Kid's got a diaper to change I gotta go to work All you kid's do is complain I gotta go to work You wanna play catch with Dad I gotta go to work I gotta go to work These are the worst roommates I ever had Time to give up on being a dad I don't want to raise you Look at me I'm fine, I raised my damn self I don't want to raise you Look at me I'm fine, I raised my damn self