Songtexte Lupo The Wolf - Sticky Fingers

This town, the back alley way
The bar comes out when he's down on his knees
Click-clack and the sound of a bang
As he reached for the cupboard in an Alabama friend

This town, knock 'em all dead
Zippy-dippity, don't ring, don't tell
A ping-pong-cha-Ching hotel
Have you heard about this fella
Holla hey, holla-holla hey

The Sicilian gone, come again
Another made man southern hand
They got them guns, they're gonna ooze
The ringing gunshots of the wolf

You wanna know what I'm thinking?
Should we shoo?
Think of that little pickle
Wreckage makes your fucking vision to fucking ended

If you a lamb, a woof-woof
I make a grand, a doof-doof
We were sipping on some top shelf scotch
Watching waiting for a goof
With a gat soundproof (that's the truth, Ruth)

A man down like when Tony tried Sosa
Took a knee for the flag went for Joe the Grocer
A knick-knack, Paddy's whacked, heyday sex
They are sleepin' with the fishes and the stars

The Sicilian gone, come again
Another made man southern hand
They got them guns, they're gonna ooze
The ringing gunshots of the wolf

If they kill all long, we'll still breathe in
All die

The Lupo The Wolf's got something to prove
'Cause Lupo The Wolf's got nothin' to do
"Cause Lupo The Wolf's got something to prove
'Cause Lupo The Wolf's got nothin' to lose