Sicily
The air fare is prohibitive and I don't speak the language.
The culture's not near or dear to me but I wanna go to Sicily.
Charlie Luciano took a ride - an ice pick in the throat and he survived.
No wonder they called him Lucky - an original gangster from Trapani.
That's his home town in Sicily.
Back at home there's two kinds of pizza - Sicilian is better and it costs more.
Everybody else can go to Napoli.
I'll go by myself to Sicily.
I want to be strong, to be ready to be alone, to swing from trees and not fall down.
I'm keeping it real like a ministering angel.
'Cause I'm amazed that somebody dumb as me is still alive to tell the tale.
Paradise disguised as hell
Hell disguised as paradise.
I can see it with my own eyes.
I can see the times I lied to me.
I'll go by myself to Sicily.
