Where two states share a border
In the north-east USA
Where the tourists stream in droves day and night;
Under the surface tensions boil,
City of Tony Soprano;
Where they say RICO controls your actions and you killed your best friend
on a fishing trip and threw him overboard because he wore a wire for the
feds.
Where heat bubbles up and down like a pan of water on a hob, sometimes
boiling over, spilling, wiped away, but always leaving bitter memories
behind.
Where you lose your soul to the rolling dice and bright lights as sweaty
hookers swing round poles to earn the cash to fund their habits.
And having said this I turn to those who would destroy my world with their
tin badges and extortion charges and say to them:
You plan to take all I've ever known away from me.
This life I choose, this thing of ours, it's all I've ever known.
You can send me down for forever but it won't change a thing
as long as there's people on this earth they'll want a poker game
or cheap sex;
No matter who you put in orange jump suits and slam the door shut on,
People will still queue at the door for a piece of the action.
Loansharking,
Bookmaking,
Gambling,
Whoring,
Making deals, breaking limbs.
When the gunsmoke fade from the barrel and the silence grows again,
As the body hits the ground and passers-by freeze in horror,
I'll still be laughing over the trails of blood in the gutter though I'm
not there.
The rookie youth and the aged professional stand together.
It's not the boy's first corpse, or the man's last.
Dreaming.
Dreaming that this life I lead still has the glories of old,
Where the tourists stream in droves day and night,
Under the surface tensions boil,
In the city of Tony Soprano.
In the north-east USA
Where the tourists stream in droves day and night;
Under the surface tensions boil,
City of Tony Soprano;
Where they say RICO controls your actions and you killed your best friend
on a fishing trip and threw him overboard because he wore a wire for the
feds.
Where heat bubbles up and down like a pan of water on a hob, sometimes
boiling over, spilling, wiped away, but always leaving bitter memories
behind.
Where you lose your soul to the rolling dice and bright lights as sweaty
hookers swing round poles to earn the cash to fund their habits.
And having said this I turn to those who would destroy my world with their
tin badges and extortion charges and say to them:
You plan to take all I've ever known away from me.
This life I choose, this thing of ours, it's all I've ever known.
You can send me down for forever but it won't change a thing
as long as there's people on this earth they'll want a poker game
or cheap sex;
No matter who you put in orange jump suits and slam the door shut on,
People will still queue at the door for a piece of the action.
Loansharking,
Bookmaking,
Gambling,
Whoring,
Making deals, breaking limbs.
When the gunsmoke fade from the barrel and the silence grows again,
As the body hits the ground and passers-by freeze in horror,
I'll still be laughing over the trails of blood in the gutter though I'm
not there.
The rookie youth and the aged professional stand together.
It's not the boy's first corpse, or the man's last.
Dreaming.
Dreaming that this life I lead still has the glories of old,
Where the tourists stream in droves day and night,
Under the surface tensions boil,
In the city of Tony Soprano.