Cosa Nostra - Cherry Poppin' Daddies

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

We’re Cosa Nostra

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-of-fact when she sucks him

Do like the animals do

I hear the maggots have chewed

Who you most loved (x4)

Now 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 have 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