Small Time 'Capone - Stories of a Madman | Текст песни

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• Small Time 'Capone
• Stories of a Madman

Johnny he said
With a gun in his hand
He said “You’ll never understand
You will never understand, no”
I worked so damn hard
To be left in the cold
But you will never really know
You will never really know

These are the stories of a madman
Who thought he knew it all
This is how I perceive them ending
The call and cry of a man who would take my eyes
So place your barrel upon my chest
And pray you never have to hear the rest cry out
Woah, what have we done, what have we done

So pray to your god
It’s not as hard as you thought
The words will echo out
The words will echo out in vain

The look in their eyes
As you seek to take their life
Will you remember how they cried
Will you remember how they cried out

Is this what, what we’ve become
Taking from those, who had it all

Your smile it grew
Crooked through and through
The ghosts they’ll look on
The ghost they’ll look on
Forgive what you’ve done
Yet you claim I am wrong
I’ll see you wretch in your sleep
I’ll see you wretch in your sleep