Cosa Nostra lyrics

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
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