y hands shake,
and they long to be held in the cold,
cause the winters are hell when it snows,
'till the bodies are covered in,
60 years of crime in my family,
like my father and his before me,
??black cause the ...??,
they'll do what it takes,
to get the job done,
while smoking cigars that are too rich for some,
but they threw their hearts,
into the sea,
now they will beat forever,
with the bodies of their enemies,

cause they threw their hearts,
into the sea,
now they will beat forever,
with the bodies of their enemies,

ive been told,
that the worlds greatest heist will unfold,
when the clock strikes 12 and it tolls,
this time dont stand a chance,
in my room,
and the father is at the door,
his heir and the next crimelord,
my hands long to be held,

ooooooooo, oooooo, ooooo

(clapping)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): DAVID THOMAS MONKS, GRAHAM FRASER WRIGHT, GREGORY JARRETT ALSOP, JOSHUA G HOOK