A comic book saved my life

I go straight down my path among bullies and punches
I'm a little brat among the crap, I really resemble Arale
Or a fusion of Mafalda and Brainy Smurf
Toward the newsstand, space-time portal
I love comics but no one has ever explained them to me
I spend my time alone returning from the block
I read Jac and Bonvi, then I try drawing my strips
I fold sheets four times, I display a rare smile
What will I be when I grow up? A cartoonist from Apulia
And don't look for me, I'm Tristan da Cunha
I have an assigned mission from the crib
Let me dip the tip
Let me survive the jungle
Let me be the weirdo to almost everyone
Just because I read a volume in the middle of some breakwater blocks
So many doubts overflow
But I know every cartoon saves me from hardships

Last night, a comic book saved my life
From Magnus to Go Nagai
The grip never let's go, never, never
Last night a comic book saved my life
The grip never let's go, never, never, never
Last night

Thanks to comics I find music that very soon
Will take the entire space without permission
Rockets, Kraftwerk, bands that on the other hand
Seem like they popped out of Frank Hampson's desks
Tracks that pique my interest
If Bowie sings them dressed like an extraterrestrial
I become a rapper among alpha fellows, I'm Ziggy Stardust
They don't know what's its sense like the first manga books
My disposition is at odds with the job I've chosen
I prefer absence to clamour
I even let the volume tear my ear apart
I feel like the last Metabaron
I insert comics into every record, onto every stage
Into every trip by van, in every backpack, graphic novel
If I behave like a little boy, you can call me shonen
I sign copies in a pavilion

Last night, a comic book saved my life
From Magnus to Go Nagai
The grip never let's go, never, never
Last night, a comic book saved my life
The grip never let's go, never, never, never
Last night

It's the day of Exuvia, I get an audiometry
My hope blazes like the chariot of Elijah
The diagnosis is that I'm becoming deaf
I'm in Rome for Media Day, but I'd like to escape
My interviews on the gloomiest days, what a shame
I reply calmly to the journalists, acting
The damn tinnitus wasn't enough, fuck the records
I don't want to forget the voices I love
I wake up having gruesome thoughts, breathless and sweating
In my bed I imagine a rope on the highest branch
It's a sentence, people take mugshots of me
But comics fling lifesavers
Thanks to the pop-up album cover
I leave the comic festival reborn like rehab
I know that if I lose my superpowers or the mirror says: Kill me
Jack Kirby's spectre will heal me back

Last night
Last night, a comic book saved my life
The grip never let's go, never, never, never
Last night, a comic book saved my life
From Magnus to Go Nagai
Last night
Last night, a comic book saved my life
The grip never let's go, never, never, never
Last night