Frustrated Gangster - Kingmaker

My remedies are back room philosophies

Some protection from the passive brigades

The Italians have a word for it

But I don’s speak a single word of it

Work, work, work That’s no way to make a living

Meanwhile, back in the real world

You and I must agree to disagree

So say your piece then leave me in mine

I’ll step aside when they throw the book at me

They’ll hang themselves with their party lines

Work, work, work That’s no way to make a living

Meanwhile back in the real world

I’ll skin alive the next man who says I will

Stop at nothing to get all the way

I’d recomend a good undertaker

And of course a nice Beaujolais

Work, work, work That’s no way to make a living

Meanwhile back in the real world

You can’t breathe without complications

Money is the mother tongue

I think at heart I’m a frustrated gangster

Who can’t raise enough money for a gun

Work, work, work That’s no way to make a living

Meanwhile back in the real world

Who wants the real world…