Zatarra - Superman (feat. Peter Cornacchia) Lyrics

Empty pockets I have no money
No education let me be me
I live my life on my way
No future or a shred of hope
Will it be somewhere?
Yes I'm sure it will be nice
Getting lost in a labyrinth
Everywhere there is a dead end
A baby cries down in the ghetto
But I can't escape
In the dark there are people getting high
Maybe the pot it's the only way out
I will do my best I think to get away far from here
I will start it working on
Friday Maybe Saturday Sunday
Believe me I will do it
Maybe I'll
Tear down the dead end
I'll shoot the shots against the wall and I, I'll be free free from here
In the dark there are many people playin
This sniper game, all are paper puppets, stranger targets
The brain sleeps if you don't let it breath a little bleach
Someone took too much
Mind is the only weapon to fight, to fight this boredom make you lazy
And you'll be a Superman
A Superman, the brand new essence of the human being
A muscle man, a Superman, the brand new essence of the human being
A Superman, a muscle man
The brand new essence of the human being.