With this badly treated guitar
I'm writing this song about two
To talk about you with lasso and cord
To be quite twisted
If I sing to you with all the orchestra
I'd do you a favour...
But I tell you today is party
Adn it goes in the name of your treason
But I tell you today is party
Adn it goes in the name of your treason
I want things to work out badly for you
I want you to turn around
And not to come back with me
But to see you beg
I want things to work out badly for you
On this earth you've got to pay it all
With your treason I went to war
I want things to work out badly for you...
I forgot about your nobility
When you told me good-bye
I asked you gently
And you said: "Love stopped"
A few days later I see you with her
Caressing you in passion
There's nothing worse than a liar
Playing with hearts
There's no, there's nothing, there's nothing worse than a liar
Playing with hearts...
I want things to work out badly for you
I want you to turn around
And not to come back with me
But to see you beg
I want things to work out badly for you
On this earth you've got to pay it all
With your treason I went to war
I want things to work out badly for you...
False, disimulating liar
Treator of rats of clever treason
You've got no mother
Shameless in love
Impotent inventor and ......
I want things to work out badly for you
I want you to turn around
And not to come back with me
But to see you beg
I want things to work out badly for you
On this earth you've got to pay it all
With your treason I went to war
I want things to work out badly for you