Cosa Nostra Lyrics - Kids On The Street - Cherry Poppin Daddies

Lead pipe slammed in the storekeepers head 

Looks like spaghetti decomposin' in bed 

Please don't shoot, God think of my kids 

You shut your yap ya dirty piece of shit 

We're Cosa Nostra 

We're Cosa Nostra 

We're Cosa Nostra 

Cosa Nostra 

A greasy nightclub up on a tinsel stage 

Outside they bother you for money 

Just goin' along for the boss everyday 

so matter a fact when she sucks him 

Cosa Nostra 

Cosa Nostra 

We're Cosa Nostra 

Cosa Nostra 

Do like the animals do 

I hear the maggots have chewed 

who you most loved 

who you most loved 

who you most loved 

who you most loved 

Now they've come for you 

It takes some pressure to make a diamond 

It takes some losin' to win a soul 

It takes a bleak house to run away from 

It takes a warm bed to appreciate the cold world inside of you 

Shouldn't of dropped out of school 

to the bus tub 

Are you unloved 

Make the most of 

Make the most of what's still left of you