Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Bruce Springsteen Atlantic City
U.S. Bombs John Gotti
Bring in the mob! John Gotti John Gotti Bring in the mob! John Gotti John Gotti
We need a mob boss to run the states We need a leader who kills police Vote no no no no On Democrats Vote no no no no On Elephants Resurrect the dead
John Gotti John Gotti Bring in the mob! John Gotti John Gotti
Dig up the Don and get his DNA A clone of teflon to clean the slate Vote no no no no On politicians Vote no no no no On Free Masons
Bring in the mob! Bring them in!
John Gotti John Gotti Bring in the mob! John Gotti John Gotti
Anyone knows other songs on the American Mafia ? Not on the Sicilian mafia, the Ndrangheta, the Camorra etc. only on the stars and stripes mobster.
I remember a stoy my grandfather told me about a guy he knew a while ago like 50's or 60's I think but could be wrong. Anyways he said this guy was getting pretty big and popular and one night some mobsters came to his hotel room and told him to signn some sort of contract basically giving themm a lot of his royalty money and stuff and the guy refused. And after that my granfather said he didn't get played anymore on the radio etc. O cant remember the singers name though lol.
I've walked along the red canal of mars I've known kings and king makers Poets painters and paupers I've danced danced on the rings of Saturn Still your pilgrim soul is the only thing that ever mattered
Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow Out on the street your chances are zero Take a look around you (come on now) It ain't too complicated You're messin' with Murder Incorporated
Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go Walkin' down the street there's eyes in every shadow You better take a look around you (come on now) That equipment you got's so outdated You can't compete with Murder Incorporated Everywhere you look now, Murder Incorporated
So you keep a little secret down deep inside your dresser drawer For dealing with the heat you're feelin' out on the killin' floor No matter where you step you feel you're never out of danger So the comfort that you keep's a gold-plated-snub-nose-thirty-two I heard you
You got a job downtown, man that leaves your head cold Everywhere you look life ain't got no soul That apartment you live in feels like it's just a place to hide When you're walkin' down the street you won't meet no one eye to eye The cops reported you as just an another homicide But I can tell that you were just frustrated From living with Murder Incorporated Everywhere you look now, Murder Incorporated Murder Incorporated
Yeah nice song,don't joke with the Muder Incorporated.
I was under the boss when they made him And I was made a short time after that I was under oath when I testified I'm under government protection Now they're calling me a rat Mr. Moran, that's who I am Some call me Sal, some call me Sam Some call me when they're in a jam Cause I'm the man, I'm Mr. Moran I eat punks like you, I do for breakfast You're just a bowl of cereal to me I might be from deep in the heart of Texas Or maybe I'm from New York Make that Knoxville, Tennessee Mr. Moran, that's who I am Some call me Sal, some call me Sam Some call me when they're in a jam Cause I'm the man, I'm Mr. Moran
They will motherfuck me in a heartbeat But first they've got to find me to do that I've been selling ecstasy in Arizona Under government protection Now who's a fuckin' rat? ( Mr. Moran, that's who I am Some call me Sal, some call me Sam Some call me when they're in a jam Cause I'm the man, I'm Mr. Moran [x2] ) I'm the man, I'm Mr. Moran [x2]
Kiss all your saviors goodbye Offer them up to the dead No kidding you know who's right And whose got a price on their head
No doubt I'd sell you all out For a pocket full of silver and gold Way back when, when they made me one of them
Don't you know they're gonna' save my soul
I can't hang around with you like this my friend Our time has come to an end
I can't play around with you no more No, I'm seeing this open door
And I know you saw right through me Afraid I'm taking you for a ride
But when you're dead you're dead When you're gone you're gone I got my conscience at both of my sides
I set out to disappear And out there I found a new home But listen Jack, you're on the wrong side of the tracks At least now I don't have to walk it all alone
Can you hear the sound of the crawling flesh? Now can you smell the burning desire? This place is too small to hide All the ghosts that's kicking around inside
What this town was entirely built upon You can find it right between the eyes Its a bullet hole that'll steal your soul And roll you for your money and your diamonds
