Lords Of Brooklyn - Lake Of Fire (Mafia: The City Of Lost Heaven OST) | Текст песни

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• Lords Of Brooklyn
• Lake Of Fire (Mafia: The City Of Lost Heaven OST)

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

As the guitar gently weeps, my Riviera streaks

Into the night like a bat outta hell

All the wishes in the well couldn't keep me from my cell

I'm feeling paranoid, I couldn't trust my clientele

The Marlboro blows, I blow the smoke through my nose

You reep what you sow and Lord I know

I took route 87, upstate New York

I'm feeling like I sinned so I must be getting soft

Got an angel on my right, the devil on my left

Conscious being on my brain for every single death

I'm seeing ghosts, I'm being haunted like the tell tale heart

I'm on the road alone, headlights in the dark

I never ever ratted, kept my mouth shut

Bad karma all around and I'm running out of luck

Next soldier wants my job, better watch my back

Or I'll be the one in the trunk getting whacked

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Flat footer on the street, rookie on the beat

Looking for the crack spot, trying to hit a jackpot

Have not, want not, gun shot,

Dirty cop on the prowl, it's all legal

Fuck karma chameleon, Irish, Sicilian

Heritage since birth, sold my soul for what it's worth

From London to Perth, Tokyo to Paris

Caught in The Abyss like my name was Ed Harris

Trying to build this palace, heart's full of malice

My soul's corrupt, I'm about to erupt

Internal investigation's got me facing

Twenty-five to life, I'm thinking kids and wife

They cut me up, rough me up and sweat my connection

Now they got us all under witness protection

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Before there was a lotto his people took your numbers

Odds on the game, the point spreads over, unders

Went to private school educated by nuns

But like a pagan, lost his faith through the Gods of the guns

A heist like the Briks, he iced ladies like rinks

From pocket books to the minks, thought they'd never see the clink

Slapped on the wrist, his case was dismissed

You see money talks, yo, it pays if you're rich pops

Grease the bulls just to bribe the judge

Should have scared 'em straight, should of gave 'em tough love

But that's when they hauled him from the jury to the warden

Everybody had a price but this time they can't afford 'em

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly...


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