The Ghost Of Al Capone

In a marble room I was alone
 Somewhere in the heart of rome
 Through gardens long since overgrown
 Down old arcades of broken stone
 I met the ghost of Al Capone
 Upon request for some i.d.
 He said the guardian angels are working for me
 I called for a cop - he said stop or I shoot
 One or two holes in your three piece suit
 I say... steady on old fruit.
 He told me not to be so cute
 Consider the river and the concrete boots
 The devil and the deep blue sea
 What you saw you didn't see
 The guardian angels are working for me
 The arms... the raving arms
 And the hustle and the bustle - muscle in
 I get sandwiched between the palms
 The waving palms
 And the banknotes rustle like an international language
 Even the recession doesn't put him out of pocket
 Back in the depression - he made a profit
 A one-man crime wave - who can stop it?
 The aged william in his pocket
 Blackmail. blue films. narcotics...
 Served with the style of a real neurotic
 And the easy smile of a true psychotic
 A sort of refugee
 From the heart of the apostolic sea
 From one flat fee to another flat fee
 The hours are short and the money's free
 And the guardian angels are working for me
 The arms... the raving arms
 And the hustle and the bustle - muscle in
 I get sandwiched between the palms
 The waving palms
 And the banknotes rustle like an international language
 I under pressure - suggested it
 Why not confess and quit
 you're thirty-nine sir and less than fit
 He took my false address and split
 By the dirt roads, through the fever trees
 In a Lamborghini - if you please
 To get from a to b
 I beat my heart and bend my knee
 The guardian angels are working for me
 Paralysed in precious stone
 Canonized - I stand alone
 In the clouds of paradise - my home
 A million orchids deck the throne
 Of the man who numbered Al Capone
 The man who numbered all his bones
 A personal friend of the burning tree
 The guardian angels are working for me.
 What you saw you didn't see
 The guardian angels are working for me.