Music & lyrics: Lorenzo Testa
Dear friend I’m writing to you here from the depths of hell
I don’t know how I got here but I’m after all quite well
You just stayed at the entry and never went ahead
I’ve been drunk, confused and dull and I fell down as a dumb
It’s not as bad as expected here, but I guess I’m still banjaxed
I noticed I was in hell when I found out it’s not me bed
The devil is such a pretty face so different from my thoughts
She’s dressed up in a red coat with no horns on the head
But Hell is empty, the devils are out there
They make us weak and lazy
And our memories get hazy
On a drifting ship that’s built to sink
I struggle and I strive
But a drop of pain and a pint of plain
could make you feel alive
Oh Jaysus how she looked good, such a deceiving fate
I tried, retried the one more time, but it was a bit too late
It’s a lesson that I know so well but promptly I forget
Nothing could be harmless when it looks too bloody hot
The funny thing is that there is nothing I did wrong
Yes maybe a porter less and something would be not
‘Cause when the devil wove his web I wasn’t very sober
And I didn’t realise ‘twas a wicked, twisted plot
But Hell is empty, the devils are out there
They make us weak and lazy
And our memories get hazy
On a drifting ship that’s built to sink
I struggle and I strive
But a drop of pain and a pint of plain
could make you feel alive
There’s an echo resounding when I’m singing aloud
And there’s no one at the bar to pour me my last round
I feel my throat is dry and a headache drives me mad
This is bound to be the worst hangover that I’ll ever have
But, dear friend of mine, at the end I pay to stay
A drop of pain and a pint of plain could make me feel alive
A drop of pain and a pint of plain now make me feel alive
Deep in hell I’ve nothing more but I felt and feel alive