Gangster life (on the water by the Walkmen)

Who are they   

to take from me   

who are they   

do they not know   

they are mortal   

do they not know   

that I posses the anger   

that I posses the means   

that I have my limits   

Tommy two guns   

Salamander jack   

Fishy nickel's   

they are but names to me   

as we sit around the table   

the tensions of made men suspend   

life is fickle   

and we are terrible   

who are they to take from me   

who are they to try and break me   

we are all underestimated   

we were all young once   

we've all had our share of smiles   

and amongst thieves it can be hard to tell   

so we throw our guns up   

and whisper farewell   

bullets are our past time   

and boy how time does pass   

lives flash before eyes   

much too fast   

I say goodbye to partners   

I say goodbye to friends   

the people that can relate to me   

and I to them   

we all say goodbye   

but it's only temporary   

where the battle rages on next   

well that's another story   

my time on this place is short   

the terrible don't last   

Money is my madness   

because happy feelings die fast   

who are they to take from me   

well were one in the same   

we are despicable   

because of our name   

The rat race is for lesser men   

we all know that well   

If it means being free now   

I take my chances in hell   

Who are they to take from me   

who am I from them   

we may act as though we are enemies   

but these bullets are for my friends   

with each squeeze of the trigger I shiver   

we all rush to our fate   

the devil is impatient   

I'd hate to make him wait   

Blood is the payment   

Cruel is the toll   

But a criminal with a legacy   

beats getting old.