Cherry Poppin' Daddies Follow

Lead pipe slammed in the storekeepers headLooks like spaghetti decomposin' in bedPlease don't shoot, God think of my kidsYou shut your yap ya dirty piece of shitWe're Cosa NostraWe're Cosa NostraWe're Cosa NostraCosa NostraA greasy nightclub up on a tinsel stageOutside they bother you for moneyJust goin' along for the boss everydayso matter a fact when she sucks himCosa NostraCosa NostraWe're Cosa NostraCosa NostraDo like the animals doI hear the maggots have chewedwho you most lovedwho you most lovedwho you most lovedwho you most lovedNow they've come for youIt takes some pressure to make a diamondIt takes some losin' to win a soulIt takes a bleak house to run away fromIt takes a warm bed to appreciate the cold world inside of youShouldn't of dropped out of schoolto the bus tubAre you unlovedMake the most ofMake the most of what's still left of you