Good night to Italy, she needs a bit of rest
Anyway there's a nice stretch of sea standing guard
There's yellowed moss inside this nativity scene
That never gets changed, never gets taken apart
And vampire mosquitoes that suck her right there
They pump that fine blood into their bellies
Good night to Italy that either makes it or dies
Or you spend the night wanting to buy her
As if the angels were there
As if the devils were kind of
Saying no, that it's all fairy tales
Good night to Italy, she's got plenty to do
All the history books won't let her sleep
Lying on the world with a private sky
Between Saint Peters and Madonnas
Between a tomorrow that's coming but seems holding its breath
And the marks of yesterday that won't go away anymore
All this beauty without a navigator
As if the angels were there
As if the devils were kind of
Saying no, that it's all fairy tales
Good night to Italy with scars in her heart
And IV drips hooked up by those who hold all the power
Who watch her distracted, like she were a wife
Like a toy in the attic that's lost its appeal
And a star gives light without too many whys
It forces you to see everything that's there
Good night to Italy that either makes it or dies
Or you spend the night wanting to f*ck her