Michelangelo
The Caravaggio
Dark explosion in my mind
Someone said that
Your brush drips of blood
Lust, love, oh, still life
Someone said that you're sorry (hey?)
Someone said that your soul
Is sold
Cecco Cecco stay with me
Cecco come play with me
Naughty naughty
Papa disapprove
Thieves and harlots
Virgin Mary strifes
Alley creatures on the canvas
Hair full of snakes, head on a plate
That's your taste
Oh, still life
Died too soon, future was born too late
'LI never know you
The things you coulda shown them
Tonight
Brain like a kite, someone said that you might
Get lost in the blue
Disappeared in the Maltese night
Now you're buried into -
The bosom of the blue