Godfather

Sitting in your tower
You never see the city anymore
Outside, it's a war
But you never put a foot outdoors

Your henchmen look like creepy dwarfs
Same hair, same clothes, same 'stache, same look
They sell their souls to the Father of Lies
For coins, for fame, they hook!

The media is corrupted by you
They lie about your activities
The media is all bought by you
They cover all of your monkey business

Your henchmen look like creepy dwarfs
Same hair, same clothes, same 'stache, same look
They sell their souls to the Father of Lies
For coins, for fame, they hook!

But one day, things will change
Like a shadow floating through town
Quietly, here comes your end
The avenger will take you down

For coins, for fame, they hook!
For coins, for fame, they hook!



Credits
Writer(s): Jorge Guerra, William Shepler, Fred Cricien, Matthew Henderson
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