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A haunting face, a ghoulish smile, his name still owns the streets The bullets fly, the bodies drop, and all the headlines read Strikes again, a massacre, the bank was robbed as well A tommy gun his conscience and he'll blow you straight to hell I'm the bastard son of Al Capone A prison cell my home away from home I'm the bastard son of Al Capone A prison cell my home away from home The pigs try to intimidate but his crime is organized His warning legendary, anyone moves, everyone dies Dressed for success and as guilty as they come A monster to the innocent but a hero to everyone I'm the bastard son of Al Capone A prison cell my home away from home I'm the bastard son of Al Capone A prison cell my home away from home Gone but not forgotten yeah his lifetime lingers on Of breaking down the walls for you and I to walk along The bloodbath in the warehouse on the day love runs our minds Questions without answers and the truth we'll never find From Letras Mania