Spaghetti, tomato sauce
In the northern suburb of Dijon
I chose the diplomatic way
That saved me from going to jail
I've been hiding for twenty years
And I thought I'd live much less
The FBI carries out its mission
The protection of a witness
Repentant
I have betrayed
I could've broken stones
In Texas' penitentiary
But I finish myself off with beer
In a betting shop way less classy
Every night, they fill up my glass
And they laugh, they besmirch me
When I tell about the glass towers
My life in Little Italy
Repentant
I have betrayed
Mafioso to my fingertips
I've become the local drunkard
When my uncle's henchmen
Are looking for Two-Fisted-Tony
During the first months of my hideout
I thought my life would be the same
By recreating what is missing
Of my american Sicily
I've helped out a few acquaintances
In their neighbor disputes
A couple of gas soaked bodies
A few home accidents
Repentant
I have betrayed
Mafioso to my fingertips
I've become the local drunkard
When my uncle's henchmen
Are looking for Two-Fisted-Tony
My little neighbors, siblings
Would show me their school reports
I would meet their teachers
And remove a few teeth
But today, I am too old
I take care of my hydrangeas
It's weird, how they grow better
What on earth have I burried there ?
Repentant
I have betrayed
In the thickets, something's moving
I discern the shadow of a sniper
On my chest a red light
I was waiting for you, I'm no longer scared
Let me be laid down on my bed
On my heart, a hydrangea flower
I will see the Stromboli again
I will forget about the mafia
Repentant
I have betrayed
Repentant
I have betrayed