In the red Chicago sunset I could smell his rotting bones I could smell greed and corruption The old corpses gently moan In the red Chicago sunset The cars they gently drone While in cement foundations Lie the victims now unknown In the red Chicago sunset I dream I hear the phone And on the other end of it Is that horse thief Al Capone Do you want to buy some liqour Do you want to buy a cop Or buy a politician In America we shop In the red Chicago sunset I can only cry Chicago Chicago You're built on vice and lies