Lyrics:

Lead pipe slammed in a storekeeper's head
Looks like spaghetti decomposin' in bed
'Please don't shoot, God think of my kids!'
You shut your yap you 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-of-fact when she sucks him

We're Cosa Nostra
We're Cosa Nostra
We're Cosa Nostra
Cosa Nostra

Do like the animals do
I hear the maggots have chewed
Who you most loved (x4)
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 have 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