Based on Italy 2018
My gun was out of ammo, was cornered in the ghetto |
I'd stolen from a gambler, back then I was a klepto |
I thought she was a statue, not moving in the alley |
As silent as a tortoise, it looked like rigor mortis |
She stepped out from the doorway, and told us she was sorry |
I couldn't complain as she'd caught me in flagrante |
She took us to her boss who, said that I was a goner |
He made me really suffer, with two months in the slammer |
And when you hear my story, it may sound quite familiar |
She caught me near the dock and she arrested me for murder |
Despite my protestations, she used me as a pillow |
Until the backup team came, and took me to the station |
I'd been arrested quickly, felt I was treated badly |
Not listened to my alibi, or my side of the story |
I felt the evidence was just purely based on hearsay |
Promise that I am not guilty |
Captured by the narcoleptic |
Chief investigator’s mean tricks |
She was in her nightdress and her panties |
But she still made the arrest |
She had sleepwalked up so gently |
I had only stolen twenty |
bottles of olive oil and about seventeen dollars thirty |
When finally my chance came, with the investigator |
I was a little scared, by all that she then told me |
She found out that I was the murderer's next target |
I was in fact the victim, she took me in to save me |
Fessing up the money, and about the bottles |
I tried to make the case to her my kids were hungry |
Though seeming sympathetic, she said she must insist |
That I would serve a little time in prison |
Captured for my own protection |
My thoughts start to change direction |
Took away my freedom with good reason |
While she caught the perpetrator |
After she had an espresso |
She assembled all her colleagues |
And told them to deploy for what was a major operation |
At the time I was set free, from my stint in the slammer |
As I walked out of prison, I crossed paths with the gambler |
It seems that in addition to bets in the casino |
He'd murdered seven people, at least as far as the police know |
Captured by her skilled sleep-judo |
The whole time she kept her eyes closed |
Lives saved by the narcoleptic |
chief investigator's actions |
We owe to her our lives, we'll remain forever indebted |
What can I do to repay |
Without her we'd not be here |
I could buy her a new duvet |
Invest in comfy pyjamas |
Lighten up her caseload, by snitching on my partner, we'll turn a new life over |
Or buy her a cappuccino |