Premiata Forneria Marconi - From Under lyrics

a lover collecting ladies a poet connecting raindrops a rock'n'roll star, a gambler's seven a saint on a train to heaven if you don't like your number trying to get out from under providence comes and offers sweetly swallow the dream you like some buy a dream crutch to survive somebody says, "don't sell me lies" ... so providence kindhearted lady sent round all her salesmen with toy revolutions and more ... cadillac gurus old jesus new circus blind fifties revivals the wind up pelvis band keeps on playing still someone's saying "don't sell me lies" so providence called her last friend h**n the charming ocean patient enough for every problem silent enough to drown so many good friends providence of illusion providence who*e of fat kings leave them alone! lady you'll never get them lady you'll never win they are miles from your zoo even sad even dying of sadness they are the winners beautiful winners they are the land of your fall ...