In Palermo there's a town
And a town inside that town
Mandolin men
Tailoring the wires of a million light bulbs
Ain't that a shame?
On the top floor of an old miracle
Señor Borges is writing my name on his magic phonebook
Ain't that a shame?
In the alley where you got your master degree
In tambourine skins anatomy
Now you're gonna teach all the kids next year
Next year I'll be following your tip
And walk over the line
Of Mount Pellegrino
Of Mount Pellegrino
I'll be waiting at the foot of someone else's pain
On Mount Pellegrino
On Mount Pellegrino
But it's obvious sometimes
I can't do the shoe-shine on the soles of your sneakers
You're talking 'bout the leaders and their lies
You feel ashamed
I'll be here every night
Drinking blood 'till sunrise
'Cause in days like these everybody's got their own view of death
And I got mine
Out in the crowd of Saint Rosalie you ask
What direction North lies
But I had enough of all your sympathy this year
This year I'll be following your tip
And walk over the line
Of Mount Pellegrino
Of Mount Pellegrino
You're calling me and
You're tumbling like an acrobat down the line
Of Mount Pellegrino
Of Mount Pellegrino
This love is like a levee laid on a ghost river
This love is like a levee laid on a ghost river bed
She is pure as gold, nice and warm
The smartest around
How am I gonna tell her that she's lip-synched
It's such a shame
Last year I was following your dream to go beyond the line
Of Mount Pellegrino
Of Mount Pellegrino
Now I'll stay here and you'll discover the dark side
Of Mount Pellegrino
Of Mount Pellegrino
(This love is like a levee laid on a ghost river bed)