I go straight on my way, among bullies and punches
I'm a brat among shits, in fact, I look like Arale
Or a fusion of Mafalda with Quattrocchi Smurf
Towards the newsstand, space-time portal
I love comics, but no one has ever explained it to me
I spend my time isolated, coming back from the isolated
I read Jac and Bonvi, then I try to make my own strips
I fold the sheets into four, I show off a rare smile
What will I be when I grow up? Cartoonist from Apulia
And don't look for me, I'm Tristan da Cunha
I have a mission assigned from the cradle
Let me dip the tip
Let him survive the jungle
Let it be the strange, in almost everyone's eyes
Just because I read a comic book, between blocks of breakwaters
But I know that every cartoon saves you from trouble
Last night, a comic book saved my life
The grip never, never, never lets go
Last night, a comic book saved my life
The grip never, never, never, ever lets go
Thanks to comics, I discovered music which, very soon
It will take up all the space, without permission
Rockets, Kraftwerk, bands that, for that matter
They look like they came out of Frank Hampson's drawings
Songs that pique my interest
Bowie sings them dressed as an extraterrestrial
I become a rapper among alpha types, I'm Ziggy Stardust
They don't know what the point is, like the first manga
I have a character unsuitable for the profession I have chosen
I prefer absence to clamor
I even let the volume tear my ear
I feel like the last Metabaron
I bring the comic to every record, to every stage
In every van trip, in every graphic novel backpack
If I act like a kid, you can call me shonen
I sign copies inside a pavilion
Last night, a comic book saved my life
The grip never, never, never lets go
Last night, a comic book saved my life
The grip never, never, never, ever lets go
It's Exuvia day, I do audiometry
My hope burns, like Elijah's chariot
The answer is that I'm going deaf
I'm in Rome for Media Day, but I'd like to get away
My interviews on the saddest days, too bad
I respond calmly to all journalists, theater
The damn boos weren't enough, screw the records
I don't want to forget the voices I love
I wake up with macabre thoughts, panting and sweating
In the bed I imagine a rope, on the highest branch
It's a condemnation, people take mugshots of me
But the comic throws lifebuns
Thanks to the pop-up album cover
I come out of comic festivals reborn, like rehab
I know if I lose my superpowers or the mirror says, 'Kill me'
The ghost of Jack Kirby will heal me
Last night, a comic book saved my life
The grip never, never, never, ever lets go
Last night, a comic book saved my life
The grip never, never, never lets go
Last night, a comic book saved my life
The grip never, never, never, ever lets go