Beware, folks, there comes the Veraneio
All painted in black, white, grey and red
With numbers of the side, inside two or three perverts
Armed assassins, in uniforms
Vascaine Veraneio comes around the corner
Because when a poor boy is born with a killer instinct
He knows what he'll be when he grows up since a kid
Thief to steal, marginal to kill
Daddy I want to be a cop when I grow up
Beware, folks, there comes the Veraneio
All painted in black, white, grey and red
With numbers of the side, inside two or three perverts
Armed assassins, in uniforms
Vascaine Veraneio comes around the corner
If they come shooting, you better get out of the way
Whatever, nobody cares if you're innocent
With a gun in my hand, I set the country on fire
And it won't be a problem I know I'm on the side of the law
Beware, folks, there comes the Veraneio
All painted in black, white, grey and red
With numbers of the side, inside two or three perverts
Armed assassins, in uniforms
Vascaine Veraneio comes around the corner