L’ultimo a cadere Lyrics (English Translation) – Kid Yugi

Read the full L’ultimo a Cadere (English Translation) lyrics by Kid Yugi from the album Anche gli Eroi Muoiono along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
To the soldiers who asked, “How do you tell a Cathar from a good Christian?”
Simon de Montfort, the king’s commander, armed by the Pope for the first crusade, replied:
“Kill them all. God will know His own.”

[Verse]
Double clean cuts, sharp like Tommy Shelby
Mountains of dope, I could hike them steadily
Crush up an ecstasy tablet
Fu*kin’ pu*sy, I don’t do the petting
She gets wet, then switches like Gremlins
Feel like Puff Daddy, party‑planning mayhem

Grindhouse vibes, demolition derby
Army of skulls, violent demons lurking

Indian ketamine, makes you stretch your spine
Frustration’s the beast that’s alive in my mind
I walk with death beside me like Billy and Mandy
From the mud like Huckleberry, filthy and handy
I lift up my brothers, carry ‘em higher
Blood in the glass, not a Bloody Mary
I want a Maybach just for the interior
Sweep off these insects, all parasites inferior

I rebel against evil that bends me like Renfield
A social disease, I spread like fentanyl
I’m a product, this skin’s just the packaging
I don’t need love, I need a medikit
Die at forty, buried in debt and regret
A good kid, De Niro mixed with Joe Pesci instead
Now my dreams don’t fit in these drawers
One apartment’s not enough for my skeletons’ war

Monsters under the bed feel boxed in tight
The clothes that I wear start choking my life
And a lot of my friends start counting their teeth
I hate what I’ve become, I dodge my reflection in grief

I save my people, don’t give a fu*k if you respect me
Dirty money lookin’ so s*xy

Friends since twenty, still illiterate
I feel guilt for every win I get
I rip out my heart, toss it in a trash bin
Hand me the cash — fame’s just a catfish
Overdose like Elvis, lose it all like Dostoevsky
.357, I snap a selfie

Steel explodes, knives go flying
Crimson red blood — Kid Yugi, last man standing
I reach the end like a condor
Burnin’ hot like an iron foundry
I drink and I change, raw s*x, no condom
Shooting you’s easy — let’s try hand‑to‑hand combat

Fifty cards on a watch and it’s not even all gold
Hated the rich ‘cause I hated being broke
Now I hate ‘em still ‘cause I’m one of their own
I transcend the man, I’m losing sleep, evolving alone
What’s a king in the eyes of God?
Just a servant sitting on a throne

I’m addicted to money, drügs, alcohol, nicotine, porn
Drunk, I crash straight into an elm
Kid Yugi not cashing in? That’s absurd
I scrape everything, even the dirt at the bottom — fu*k the rest of the world
Horns are sounding, your champions fall
Cowards crawl away under cannonball calls

Without war there are no heroes born
I’d give my life for you — it won’t erase my wrongs