(Rap verse 1: Pinky)
They call me Pinky, but fury's my name
This whole damn country's a rigged, twisted game
Left wing, right wing, same feathered deceit
Promises broken, on every cobbled street
Chorus:
Tricolore stained, with the blood of the poor!
This rigged system's fractured, to the very core!
We rise from the shadows, a working class roar!
No more empty gestures, Italia demands more!
(Rap verse 2: Pinky)
Bureaucracy's shackles, on every working paw
Taxes drain the lifeblood, with a bureaucratic claw
North versus South, a divided disgrace
This land of the Caesars, a gilded cage
Chorus:
Tricolore stained, with the blood of the poor!
This rigged system's fractured, to the very core!
We rise from the shadows, a working class roar!
No more empty gestures, Italia demands more!
From the Alps to the islands, the anger ignites!
A collective fist raised, bathed in righteous light!
Chorus:
Tricolore stained, with the blood of the poor!
This rigged system's fractured, to the very core!
We rise from the shadows, a working class roar!
No more empty promises, Italia demands more!
They fill the Colosseum with empty decrees
While the working class struggles, beneath the olive trees
The Senate's a playground for clowns in disguise
Mafia's tendrils reach, with shadowed eyes
[guitar solo]
Chorus:
Tricolore stained, with the blood of the poor!This rigged system's fractured, to the very core!We rise from the shadows, a working class roar!No more empty gestures, Italia demands more!
(Bridge: Zack de la Rocha)
The gears of oppression, begin to grind slowThe working class awakens, a coming overthrow!No more patience left, for the ruling elite!We take back our future, take back the streets!