I was five when she said hun,
You ain't made for American sun.
Hang out to dry in the sunshine,
Just yesterday I was feeling fine.
The city shrieks with sounds of cabs,
And reeks of romance I'll never have,
And fashioned clothes make mine look drab.
Roll it all, pay it all back.
Cause I'm a dago's son
All you cowards and all you frauds,
And all you freaks and all you dogs.
Take it anywhere you sold your son,
And your young body to everyone.
Gave out your soul to the first white guy,
Who looked into your dazzled eyes.
And he pinned you up onto the cross,
Crown of thrones and dental floss.