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