Divided By Joy Testo

I'm always breaking glasses
In other people rooms
Forever making passes
at other people's tombs
No matter what existed
A few short years ago
The happy days were busted
and that's the way things go

What a good time what a lovely time
What a good time
What a lonely time.
Agosto... Jopo... Perra!!!

And if I had some trousers
I'd walk right down the street
And if I had a mauser
I'd shoot everyone I meet

What a good time
what a lovely time
What a good time
What a lonely time.
Agosto... Jopo... Perra!!!