Message to Harry Manback
Tool Lyrics


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Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda?
Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm?
When you kicked out people out of the house
I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer
You know? asshole, you're gonna be one of those

I don't have the courage
To kick your ass directly
Don't have enough courage for that
I could, you know
You know you're gonna have another accident?
You know I'm involved with black magic?
Fuck you, die, bastard
You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole

And if I ever see your fucking face around
In Europe or Italy
Well I'll, that time I'm gonna kick your ass
Fuck you, fucking Americans, yankee
You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise
Deep pain

No one does what you did to me
You wanna know something? Fuck you
I want your balls smashed, eat shit, bastard

Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana
I hope somebody in your family dies soon




Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai
A sucare cazzi su un aereo

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Tool's song "Message to Harry Manback" are eerie and disturbing. The phrases are in Italian, and the overall message is filled with hatred and anger. The song seems to be a voicemail message left by an Italian man to Harry Manback, whom he accuses of kicking people out of the house. The man promises to curse Harry Manback with black magic and hopes that someone in his family dies soon.


The use of the Italian language adds an exotic element to the song, and the anger and hatred in the voice message make it seem like the Italian man has a deep and personal grudge against Harry Manback. The song is almost like a call to action for Harry Manback to watch his back and be wary of this man's threats.


In summary, the lyrics of "Message to Harry Manback" are a message of hate and anger from an Italian man to someone named Harry Manback. The language used in the song adds an exotic element, and the overall message is threatening and disturbing.


Line by Line Meaning

Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda?
Hey, you piece of shit, do you know that you're just a worthless son of a bitch?


Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm?
Oh, do you really think you're so great? Ha? Ha?


When you kicked out people out of the house
You threw people out of your house


I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer
Did you know that one in three Americans die of cancer?


You know? asshole, you're gonna be one of those
And guess what? Asshole, you're going to be one of them.


I don't have the courage
I don't have the guts


To kick your ass directly
To beat you up in person


Don't have enough courage for that
I'm not brave enough


I could, you know
But I could, you know


You know you're gonna have another accident?
Do you know you're going to have another unfortunate event happen to you?


You know I'm involved with black magic?
Did you know that I practice black magic?


Fuck you, die, bastard
Go to hell and die, you bastard


You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole
You really think you're all that, huh? Jerk.


And if I ever see your fucking face around
And if I ever happen to see your ugly face again


In Europe or Italy
In Europe or Italy


Well I'll, that time I'm gonna kick your ass
Well, then I'll definitely beat you up


Fuck you, fucking Americans, yankee
Fuck you, you goddamn Americans, you yankees


You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise
I promise you, you're going to die from cancer


Deep pain
Extreme pain


No one does what you did to me
No one treats me the way you did


You wanna know something? Fuck you
You wanna know something? Go fuck yourself


I want your balls smashed, eat shit, bastard
I want your testicles crushed, eat shit, you bastard


Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana
Piece of shit, son of a bitch


I hope somebody in your family dies soon
I hope someone in your family dies soon


Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai
Die, you piece of shit, and go away


A sucare cazzi su un aereo
Go suck some dicks on a plane




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Written by: Adam Jones, Daniel Carey, Justin Gunner Chancellor, Maynard James Keenan

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Nemo Zeno

My grandma used to sing this to me every night at bedtime.

St0ne

AHHAHAHHAHAHHA

Schematic B

I don’t care what anybody says; that is one of the most beautiful piano pieces i’ve ever heard

Pavle Nikacevic

you haven't heard a lot of piano pieces then

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So ge can't like it because it isn't complex?

TCB *

I think tech n9ne sampled for that reason

Pravitas

it really is even how simple it is

Mason Rydin

@Pravitas I think a lot of simple pieces are the most beautiful

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ChiamamiBenoitLecomte

As an Italian I'm really proud of this.

Francesco Ravassi

Same here!!

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