Mafia game - Yes! I did it! | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Mafia game
• Yes! I did it!

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

Mafia game еще тексты