C'è Bisogno Di Un Piccolo Aiuto

Our Father who art in heaven
or maybe just a bit higher,
when you have a moment, listen to me,
I swear I won't call again,
I know we can be unbearable
and you haven't talked to us in a while,
but life has shut us out
and you hold the only key.
We need a little help,
we need a little help,
we need a little help,
down here.
Our Father, you have too many kids
and you can't keep us all afloat,
we just ask you to teach us
how to get by with each other,
no one connects with the soul anymore,
someone's locked it up and opened a bar
where they serve emotions on credit,
but damn, it's so cold.
We need a little help,
we need a little help,
we need a little help,
down here.
Our Father, through the ages
a piece of hell has fallen down
and sometimes if you come to get me,
I'll take you there and you'll see too
in the houses of rags and tears,
in the planes of raids,
in the brothels where everything's a dollar
and in those born and thrown away.
We need a little help,
we need a little help,
we need a little help,
down here.
Our Father, if you don't exist
then what's happening is just madness,
but if you listen and don't lift a finger
maybe then the blame is on you too,
if you already knew everything through the ages,
all this has no reason,
but if there is some reason
hurt us but tell us what it is.
We need a little help,
we need a little help,
we need a little help,
down here.