"...I ripped the crippled,
overdosed the addicts,
've stolen from the poor
and cheated the unfaithful.

But I did some good things too.
Remember that overnight rush
with the whiskey bottles
through the NY streets,
police behind us,
So many blue shirts
and a few bullets.
And the next day
Don Luigi in that acid bath
while we thought we would pour in concrete?

Hiding my body under the nicest 3-piece suits
I killed love many times,
scared beloved ones with my lifeless dark eyes,
disappointed all who had faith in me
and blew out the light from anyone 
who's heart was warmer than mine.

Hiding my courage behind a Thompson 1428,
I respected the boss,
cared for the business,
loved the family as my own
and truthful to any assignment.
As there was a job to do.

But I was too good,
too sneaky
and too old to avoid swiftly that bullet.
My face is hidden in blood now,
my heart stabbed by lovers thorns,
my courage crushed by memories.
And all I received, 
funeral-wise,
is a single white rose
on my black 3-piece suit.
I feel some friendly fire
and burn in hell."