Too busy to die.
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LYRICS
Taking the pills and maybe cheating death
Pretending to hold it like it’s your last breath
No way I’m answering the god damn phone
Sneaking out through the backdoor
I’m like a dog at midday
Scaring the postman away
Don’t wanna read your mail
But you keep on sending it anyway
CHORUS
Everything’s going south
Death is fooling around
Please don’t fall on me
Grim Reaper, don’t come over, I got places to be
Booking a trip and maybe faking death
New Orleans’ parade of marching bands
I’m undercover at my funeral
Pissing right on my tombstone
I’m like a dog at midday
Chasing the postman away
Don’t wanna read your mail
But you keep on sending it anyway
CHORUS
…
Everything’s going south
Death is a greedy spouse
Please don’t fall for me
Grim Reaper, don’t come over, I got places to be
Writer, directed and edited: Federico Manneschi
Executive production and management: Toyah Buse
Main cast: Andrea Lazzeretti, Margherita Lelli
Supporting cast: Marco Sgaramella, Francesco Bini, Tommaso Oliveri
Make-up artist: Valentina Speranza
Stylist: Giada Grenga
Set designer: Antonella Chiari
Special thanks to: Selva Cooperativa, Villa San Jacopo
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