Many of his "friends" are now getting put away
More are going down every day
Such crooks as his sons, others under the gun
The money trails

All of his criminal deeds
Get closer to being seen
He's goin' down, down, down, down because he's
Capo of a Cosa Nostra

He runs a crime syndicate with his family
A sleazy kleptocracy
No right, just wrong, we're smellin' his pong of shame
Wicked game

This Mafioso is in the thick
Of things that are crooked and sick
Now minions turn, turn, turn, turn turn very quick
On corrupt mobster

Sells out all who were his friends
Who no longer do knee bends
Do, yeah, that is what capos do

Who's he gonna turn on next
And stab right in the back?
Didn't play by the rules, fools he kept on as tools

This Mafioso is in the thick
Of things that are crooked and sick
He starts to squirm, squirm as we'll learn fairly quick
From the counsel knower