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
I hear the maggots have chewed who you most loved
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
Make the most of what's still left of you More from Cherry Poppin' Daddies