A haunting face, a ghoulish smile,
his name still owns the streets
The bullets fly, the bodies drop, and all the headlines read
Strikes again, a massacre, the bank was robbed as well
A tommy gun his conscience
and he'll blow you straight to hell

I'm the bastard son of Al Capone
A prison cell my home away from home
I'm the bastard son of Al Capone
A prison cell my home away from home

The pigs try to intimidate but his crime is organized
His warning legendary, anyone moves, everyone dies
Dressed for success and as guilty as they come
A monster to the innocent but a hero to everyone


I'm the bastard son of Al Capone
A prison cell my home away from home
I'm the bastard son of Al Capone
A prison cell my home away from home

Gone but not forgotten yeah his lifetime lingers on
Of breaking down the walls for you and I to walk along
The bloodbath in the warehouse
on the day love runs our minds
Questions without answers and the truth we'll never find