VERSE 1
You sold us a world where we could be ourselves
You occupied several rows on the library shelves
But then April Fools became your golden rule
The marginalized became part of your death pool
You didn’t sell books, but you collected pizzo
Protection? You’re the only one who eats though
Built a castle out of corpses, sat on a throne of bones
But what do we know? We’re always on our phones
CHORUS
We’ll never pay your prices
You can feed your own vices
Addiopizzo!
Addiopizzo!
VERSE 2
You sold us combat between two superstars
Roads to your arenas jam packed with cars
Then the comedy writers turned the show to shit
But your bank account is still a number one hit
Making more money now than any other point
Smoke cigars made of pizzo, stink up the joint
Built an empire out of muscles and steroids
But what do we know? We’re not one of the boys
CHORUS
We’ll never pay your prices
You can feed your own vices
Addiopizzo!
Addiopizzo!
BRIDGE
You’re wearing a suit made out of pizzo
Crisp dollar bills from the tip jar, keep those
You’re wearing shoes made from human flesh
The worst of it all? The wounds are still fresh
CHORUS
We’ll never pay your prices
You can feed your own vices
Addiopizzo!
Addiopizzo!
VERSE 3
You sold us a product from an MLM boss babe
Got an army of recruits with empty promises made
But then they knock on your door asking for a check
There are more instructions in their DM texts
Keep buying the stash and supplying the pizzo
Ugly leggings, ripped boots, hole-covered speedos
It’s a cycle that continues for the rest of time
Nobody cares that collecting pizzo is a crime
Addiopizzo!
Addiopizzo!
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