Famileave
Are you counting your money, mummy?
Are you waiting to be understood, daddy?
So, let's do it
Father
You only care of other things
Mother
You live to steal another dream
Money is your sister and greed is you brother
You fuck your life and the one of the others
Two hungry kids crying and asking for milk
But you spend your money in a Dior made of silk
Ouch!
Famileave
You only get what you give
Famileave
You only get what you give
Rape our lives!
Oh I want my brain to fry
To die
Father
You think God owe you many things
Mother
Instead of shame you wear gold rings
There's a fire in your house and no water to carry
"Don't disturb us and bring our champagne with strawberries"
You pretend you don't care but you love to show off
I know well this old play and I can tell you "fuck off!"
Famileave
You only get what you give
Famileave
You only get what you give
Oh come on!
Tell me one thing you are very good at
Other than swiping around your gold card
Here a big lesson you bring to the grave
Don't ever make your kids your own slaves
We are not your slaves
We are not your slaves
We are not your slaves (and you'll bring it to the grave)
We are not your slaves (and you'll bring it to the grave)
We are not your slaves (and you'll bring it to the grave)
We are not your slaves (and you'll bring it to the grave)
We are not your slaves (and you'll bring it to the grave)
We are not your slaves
Are you waiting to be understood, daddy?
So, let's do it
Father
You only care of other things
Mother
You live to steal another dream
Money is your sister and greed is you brother
You fuck your life and the one of the others
Two hungry kids crying and asking for milk
But you spend your money in a Dior made of silk
Ouch!
Famileave
You only get what you give
Famileave
You only get what you give
Rape our lives!
Oh I want my brain to fry
To die
Father
You think God owe you many things
Mother
Instead of shame you wear gold rings
There's a fire in your house and no water to carry
"Don't disturb us and bring our champagne with strawberries"
You pretend you don't care but you love to show off
I know well this old play and I can tell you "fuck off!"
Famileave
You only get what you give
Famileave
You only get what you give
Oh come on!
Tell me one thing you are very good at
Other than swiping around your gold card
Here a big lesson you bring to the grave
Don't ever make your kids your own slaves
We are not your slaves
We are not your slaves
We are not your slaves (and you'll bring it to the grave)
We are not your slaves (and you'll bring it to the grave)
We are not your slaves (and you'll bring it to the grave)
We are not your slaves (and you'll bring it to the grave)
We are not your slaves (and you'll bring it to the grave)
We are not your slaves
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Writer(s): Egidio Massimo Costa, Riccardo Maria Barbieri Torriani
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