There are many ways to go mad
I go out to Rome
With a rock in my fist and a gun in my bag
And I shoot Mussolini in the nose
I didn't shoot to skim the skin of his snout
Or his teeth or the lips on his mouth
I simply saw a bad egg and I thought
I'd take the bad egg out
I go out to Rome
With a rock in my fist and a gun in my bag
And I shoot Mussolini in the nose
I didn't shoot to skim the skin of his snout
Or his teeth or the lips on his mouth
I simply saw a bad egg and I thought
I'd take the bad egg out