Cha!
Free from the itch of her ual desire,
I believed in the things that happened to me.
So she mastered the art of treating decay
To the babbling madmen with nothing to say.

So, I'm lower-class tooth,
And she's iron fisted.
I'm gunning for her money
In the arms of my Cicero.
Give us your guns,
And we'll give you nirvana-na-na-na la-la-la
Walk away…

Cha!
Barbers and scullions and charioteers
Are the constant delight of these tooth racketeers.
They live in the wake of a pretty young gigolo,
Who lives in the arms of this Cicero

She's bully with his eyes,
And a lover's secret,
I smile all the time,
Like an exile in Mantua.
So, give us your guns,
And we'll give you nirvana-na-na-na la-la-la
Walk away… ooh!

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…
I'm king of the cafe cone
Chabanas is a sphynx
Who sells poison and guns
Not for holy reasons.
How I loved you, I sold
All my values, it’s funny,
How time slip away.

I'm lower-class tooth,
And she's iron fisted,
I'm gunning for her money
In the arms of my Cicero.
So, give us your guns,
And we'll give you nirvana-na-na-na la-la-la
Walk away…

She's bully with his eyes,
And a lover's secret,
I smile all the time,
Like an exile in Mantua.
So, give us your guns,
And we'll give you nirvana-na-na-na la-la-la-la
Walk away… ooh!