Testo Pace

Meet the man the talk of the street
He leaves no one quite the same
His game goes on and everyone
Is invited to play along

Once known ih the neighborhood
As a brilliant architect
Designer of roads and avenues with a family to go home to

You gotta hurt for some people

A viscious crash a ball of flame
Innocent lives again are claimed
Picked up the phone, they heard him go
Down boy, down boy

Now he's getting very large
And has lost the need to bathe
And shave and change his cloathes everyday
And especially work for his pay

So we call him BAGABAGAMaking AGABAGABA sounds
Guess they don't have names where he is
Has no need for one anyhow

You gotta hurt for some people

We sure love to watch him go
Most of these people cross the street
Must be his monster voice they fear
Or maybe the maggots in this beard

We kinda like his slower pace
He nver rushes like before
I watch him mumble in my face
It's a shame he won't talk anymore