Chicago

When the moon is out
And it comes to blood
Another crime don't matter
In the neighborhood

Oooh Chicago, gonna let me make it up to my door?
And this kid, he ain't got no soul
You had a sweeter side, but that had to go
And the city got you evil now

Well he can shoot a gun
But his mama don't like where he aim it
And in the end it just don't matter
He'll be down so deep he's gonna need a ladder

Oooh Chicago, gonna let me make it up to my door?
And this kid, he ain't got no soul
You had a sweeter side, but that had to go
And the city got you evil now



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Oakley
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