Dan Bull - The American Dream lyrics

Look, Tommy Angelo ain't usually the kind
Of guy to spill the beans
But beneath the glitz and gleam
This business is filled with fiends
So I'm switching teams, snitching, sneaking
Went my way then slinking off to witness
Protection at Empire Bay
Never thought I'd be an informer, officer
I ain't your rat
But, if it's either that or getting
Kneecapped with a baseball bat
Then it's obvious
I got no option but to cough it up
So you're gonna hear me singing like
A canary at the opera
Or a broad who's getting loose as
A goose at the speakeasy
Jeez, I've seen scenes obscene
Enough to make queasy
See, we kinda like the finer
Things the violence brings
Fine dining and wine to drink
A taxi driver's dream

For beating prohibition
Lost heaven needs a coalition
You can refuse me any time
But you're in no position
I hope you're listening
No read between the lines
Heed my unspoken wishes
Fish are keen to meet my client
He'll be feeling fine
He just needs some cleaning time
Look, he's just deep-sea diving
What the fk you mean he's dying?
So tell the boys they'd be
Well advised in avoiding Illinois
'Cause we're the type to visit a
Journalist by whom we're vilified
Never mind the crime file
Ours was a lavish lifestyle
Any violent transaction enacted
Purely mercantile
Honestly, some of these wiseguys
Are quite vile, it's kinda wild
What you can hide behind a nice
Tie and a polite smile
"You're flesh and blood", says Don Salieri
"My child" "Until the time we see you
Through St peter's turnstile"
Your life might need the mafia to
Take it off of you ey, no need to walk away
We brought a car for you

We're gonna take you for a
Ride around the block
And if you're feeling shy
We'll help you find out how to talk
They'll need a team of guys to
Dry you out the dock
They'll find you drowned with a
Block tied around your socks
That's what'll happen when you're
Diving down with sharks
So now your time's arrived to lie
In the ground in a box
Fertilising flowers till we cut
'em by the stalks lying in a shallow grave
No rocks to mark the plot pause for thought
You wanna talk profit and loss?
Talk to the boss
I ain't even sure if he works
In his office or not
But, I certainly never heard of him, officer
I'm at a loss
As to how the perp could have murdered
Purloined and driven off with the profit
It was all part of the plan
We'd park the van behind that dark sedan
The hired hands would wait for our command
And then start to scram
Shift shipments of contraband while
Listening to Sinatra's band
If you ain't in this life
Don't even try to understand
You can call our tactics underhanded
I call 'em slick
Like after the lancers game
You just happen to call in sick
We're all magicians it's just how we perform
The trick that's different
I can blow holes through vault
Walls that are four-inch thick

So of course, we're mafioso, you darn bozo
No, I don't think so, I friggin' know so
The whole neighbourhood we control's a no-go
So if you don't hope for a
Bolt cutter to both toes you better no-show
Make yourself a Joe Schmoe
The folk nobody don't know
See, this business don't go
For slogans and logos, no
We keep it on the low-low
No fingerprints or photos
Right under your nose
We throw you off the scent when we blow smoke
Quid pro quo
Keep your friends and foes both close
Or soon enough you'll be thinking, "Ey
Where'd all the dope go?"
Stole coke by the boatload
In packets labelled "cocoa"
Yeah, although we got a sense of
Humour this is no joke
Let me make a toast though to the
Most ferocious folks you'd hope to know
Cosa nostra, no one's closer
No one's supposed to
Now those associates know I broke
The code, the oath, omerta
I've woken from the dream
The false hope of America