Cosa Nostra

Lead pipe slammed in a storekeeper's head
 Looks like spaghetti decomposin in bed
 Please don't shoot, God think of my kids
 You shut your yap you dirty piece of shit
 We're Cosa Nostra Cosa Nostra
 A greasy nightclub up on a tinsel stage
 Outside they bother you for money
 Just goin' along for the boss everyday so matter a fact when she sucks him
 Do like the animals do
 I hear the maggots have chewed who you most loved
 How they've come for you
 It takes some pressure to make a diamond
 It takes some losin' to win a soul
 It takes a bleak house to run away from
 It takes a warm bed to appreciate the cold world inside of you
 Shouldn't of dropped out of school to the bus tub
 Are you unloved
 Make the most of
 Make the most of what's still left of you