The Fall Of Man Stands A Lie

It Is A Great Feeling To Know That From A Window I Can Go To Books To Cans Of Beer To Past Loves. And From These Gather Enough Dream To Sneak Out A Back Door.

The Lucky Thing Was That I Was Italian; When The Other Italians Saw Me Fight Back, They Came To My Defence.

They, That Unnamed They, They've Knocked Me Down But I Got Up. I Always Get Up -- And I Swear When I Went Down Quite Often I Took The Fall; Nothing Moves A Mountain But Itself. They, I've Long Ago Named Them Me.

Anyway, I Lived On The Streets And Did Pretty Good Until I Got Caught Stealing, What Was It? I Kicked In A Restaurant Window, Went In And Took All The Food That I Wanted, And While Coming Out I Was Grabbed.

The Fall Of Man Stands A Lie Before Beethoven, A Truth Before Hitler.