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