The American Dream Dan Bull
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[Verse 1]
Look, Tommy Angelo ain't usually the kind of guy to spill the beans
But beneath the glitz and gleam, this business is filled with fiends
So I'm switching teams, snitching, sneaking, went my way
Then slinking off to witness protection at Empire Bay
Never thought I'd be an informer, officer, I ain't your rat
But if it's either that or getting kneecapped with a baseball bat
Then it's obvious, I got no option but to cough it up
So you're gonna hear me singing like a canary at the opera
Or a broad who's getting loose as a goose at the speakeasy
Jeez, I've seen scenes obscene enough to make queasy
See, we kinda like the finer things the violence brings
Fine dining and wine to drink, a taxi driver's dream
[Verse 2]
For beating prohibition, lost heaven needs a coalition
You can refuse me any time but you're in no position
I hope you're listening, no read between the lines
Heed my unspoken wishes, fish are keen to meet my client
He'll be feeling fine, he just needs some cleaning time
Look, he's just deep-sea diving
What the f**k you mean he's dying?
So tell the boys they'd be well advised in avoiding Illinois
'Cause we're the type to visit a journalist by whom we're vilified
Never mind the crime file, ours was a lavish lifestyle
Any violent transaction enacted purely mercantile
Honestly, some of these wiseguys are quite vile, it's kinda wild
What you can hide behind a nice tie and a polite smile
"You're flesh and blood", says Don Salieri, "My child"
"Until the time we see you through St. Peter's turnstile"
Your life might need the mafia to take it off of you
Ey, no need to walk away, we brought a car for you
Look, Tommy Angelo ain't usually the kind of guy to spill the beans
But beneath the glitz and gleam, this business is filled with fiends
So I'm switching teams, snitching, sneaking, went my way
Then slinking off to witness protection at Empire Bay
Never thought I'd be an informer, officer, I ain't your rat
But if it's either that or getting kneecapped with a baseball bat
Then it's obvious, I got no option but to cough it up
So you're gonna hear me singing like a canary at the opera
Or a broad who's getting loose as a goose at the speakeasy
Jeez, I've seen scenes obscene enough to make queasy
See, we kinda like the finer things the violence brings
Fine dining and wine to drink, a taxi driver's dream
[Verse 2]
For beating prohibition, lost heaven needs a coalition
You can refuse me any time but you're in no position
I hope you're listening, no read between the lines
Heed my unspoken wishes, fish are keen to meet my client
He'll be feeling fine, he just needs some cleaning time
Look, he's just deep-sea diving
What the f**k you mean he's dying?
So tell the boys they'd be well advised in avoiding Illinois
'Cause we're the type to visit a journalist by whom we're vilified
Never mind the crime file, ours was a lavish lifestyle
Any violent transaction enacted purely mercantile
Honestly, some of these wiseguys are quite vile, it's kinda wild
What you can hide behind a nice tie and a polite smile
"You're flesh and blood", says Don Salieri, "My child"
"Until the time we see you through St. Peter's turnstile"
Your life might need the mafia to take it off of you
Ey, no need to walk away, we brought a car for you
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