Ah...
Let the story begin...
The red lemon moon hangs low on the shore
Afisherman's boat brings a box to the door
Inside, not a catch, but a message, a threat
A debt to be paid in blood and regret
My father, he told me," Son, never you weep"
" The family is all that you harvest and keep"
So I took up the oath and I kissed the cold ring
In the garden of stone, I heard the sirens sing
A black vespa speeds through the narrow back street
While the priest in the chapel is washing his feet
The statue of Mary,she's crying a tear
For the souls that we sold and the judgment so near
Pray for me, oh, pray for my soul
Under the red lemon moon,I'm losing control
The guitar plays a song for the men who are gone
A fiery dance of the right and the wrong
This is the life that we choose and we know
Where the bitter fruit falls and the cold fortunes grow
An accordion sighs from a balcony high
Watching old women in black as they cry
I saw my reflection in a puddle of rain
A face of my father, repeating the pain
The deal was a simple one, honor and land
Nowit's a trigger that rests in the palm of my hand
The flickering candles, the incense so sweet
Can't mask the foul odor of blood on the street
A black vespa speeds through the narrow back street
While the priest in the chapel is washing his feet
The statue of Mary,she's crying a tear
For the souls that we sold and the judgment so near
Pray for me, oh, pray for my soul
Under the red lemon moon,I'm losing control
The guitar plays a song for the men who are gone
A fiery dance of the right and the wrong
This is the life that we choose and we know
Where the bitter fruit falls and the cold fortunes grow
No more prayers... No more lies...
Only the fire in theMadonna's eyes!
I'll drive the Vespa straight into the sea...
Or let the devil take the wheel for me!
Pray for me, oh, pray for my soul!
Under the red lemon moon,I'm losing control!
The guitar plays a dirge for the men who are gone!
A final farewell to the right and the wrong!
This is
This is the life that we choose and we know
Where the bitter fruit falls and the cold fortunes grow
Ah...
Let the story begin...