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In the red Chicago sunsetI could smell his rotting bonesI could smell greed and corruptionThe old corpses gently moanIn the red Chicago sunsetThe cars they gently droneWhile in cement foundationsLie the victims now unknownIn the red Chicago sunsetI dream I hear the phoneAnd on the other end of itIs that horse thief Al CaponeDo you want to buy some liqourDo you want to buy a copOr buy a politicianIn America we shopIn the red Chicago sunsetI can only cryChicago ChicagoYou're built on vice and lies From Letras Mania