Lyrics

Gangster, gangster You wanna be Mr Big? You wanna run this city You wanna own the streets Gangster, gangster In your white Cadillac With a telephone and TV And a bar in the back Gangster, gangster Now you're the boss You've paid off the police How much did it cost? Gangster, gangster You're living by the gun Found dead in the gutter With your dark shades on Gangster, gangster In a black Cadillac A bunch of flowers And a box in the back Gangster, gangster Just a hunk of meat One hungry gun Why do you die so cheap?