It was back in the day
Back in the 1920's
Selling hooch for the gang
Meant large cash money
Splatter papa glamour, guns and the
Ledger
Post office poster star
Around them times the pay was the best
To be had
Its never as sweet as when its
Forbidden
Special secrets hold such a promise
Of...
They spilled the wine the raids
And that thirst found morning
And taking out the head
Just meant a line as forming
Contraband nero, toast of the nation
Playing while h , city burned
Til they found the best way to deal was
Knowing when to say when.
