Old Matches

Drink a coffee, with Benigni
Smoke a cigar, with Tom and Iggy
Conversation with Buscemi,
Headin' to loose identity
Chalkin' white line on the blue sky
Technical miracle's divorcing with ridicule
Take off your coat to wear another
Chequered one or striped one, kiddin' bout the bad one

WE'VE DROPED THE LIGHTER, DID SHAKE OLD MATCHES
SHAKE OLD MATCHES, AND SHAKE OLD MATCHES

Sit down Mr. Brown, Welcome Mr. Pink
Look at Mr. Blond, All guys holds the pawn
Rooks, Knights and bishops, queen and king
Hidin' on the board, behind their little coffee
The chef is Bill Murray, grounds of butts in ash-tray
We are using second hand sugar and boil the water

Spill out the petrol and fill in new matches