R.I.P.

Affranto per la dipartita e condannando fermamente la vignetta di Staino vogliamo con questi due omaggi musicali ricordare come furono allevati e vissero e consolarli nello stesso tempo per aver buttato via anni che potevano essere migliori

Teddy sniffing glue, he was 12 years old
Fell from the roof on East two-nine
Kathy was eleven when she pulled the plug
On 26 reds and a bottle of wine
Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old
He looked like 65 when he died
He was a friend of mine 
CHORUS:
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends
They just died 
G-Berg and Georgie let their gimmicks go rotten
So they died of hepatitis in upper Manhattan
Sly in Vietnam, took a bullet in the head
Bobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wed
They were two more friends of mine
Two more friends that died 
CHORUS 
Mary took a dry dive from a hotel room
Bobby hung himself from his cell in the tombs
Judy jumped in front of a subway train
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein
And, Eddie, I miss you more than all the others
(First time) And I salute you, brother
(Second time) This song is for you my brother 
CHORUS 
Herbie pushed Tony from the Boys' Club roof
Tony thought that his rage was just some goof
But Herbie sure gave Tony some, some bitchen proof
Herbie said, "Tony, can you fly?"
But Tony couldn't fly, Tony died 
CHORUS 
Brian got busted on a narco rap
He beat the rap by rattin' on some bikers
He said, "Hey, I know it's dangerous,
But it sure beats Riker's"
But the next day he got off'd
By the very same bikers 
CHORUS 
Repeat through "Eddie"

 was born in a pool, they made my mother stand
And I spat on that surgeon and his trembling hand
When I felt the light I was worse than bored
I stole the doctor's scalpel and I slit the cord

I was a Catholic boy
I was redeemed through pain
Not through joy

I was two months early, they put me under glass
I screamed and cursed at children when their nurses passed
I was convicted of theft as I slipped from the womb
They led me straight from my mother to a cell in the Tombs

I was a Catholic boy
I was redeemed through pain
Not through joy

They starved me for weeks, they thought they'd teach me fear
I fed on cellmates' dreams, it gave me fine ideas
When they cut me loose, the time had served me well
I made allies in heaven, I made comrades in hell

I was a Catholic child
The blood ran red
The blood ran wild

I make angels dance and drop to their knees
When I enter a church the feet of statues bleed
I understand the fate of all my enemies
Just like Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane

I was a Catholic boy
I was redeemed through pain
An not through joy

I watched the sweetest psalm stolen by our choir
I dreamed of martyrs' bones hanging from a wire
I make a contribution, I get absolution
I make a resolution to purify my soul

I'm a Catholic boy
Redeemed through pain
Not through joy

And they can't touch me now
I got every sacrament behind me
I got baptism, I got penance
I got communion, I got extreme unction
Man, I've got confirmation

I was a Catholic boy
Redeemed through pain
And not through joy

And now I'm a Catholic man
I put my tongue to the rail whenever I can