Lyric 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