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Ten little gangsters can´t stand going to school.
Everyone knows that being a gangsta´s cool.
After class one day they hit a liquor store.
One got knocked off and now there´s ten no more.
Nine little gangsters under the bright moon light,
Rays of stardust dazzling the filthy night.
Sirens blare and now they´re in a fix:
A crack-up offs three and so there´s only six.
RF: Maybe God forgives them, or maybe they find
That Satan remembers the contract they singed:
Right from birth they were headed straight for damnation.
Maybe he forgives them for the times they were wise,
For moments when their lips loved without lies,
But everyone dies alone, there is no salvation.
Six little gangsters howling at the moon,
The cops catch one and make him sing a tune.
Remorseful rat, he hanged himself one day
The five that remain didn´t know he´d gone away.
Five little gangsters plan to hit a bank
Eyes wrung dry, their mothers´ hearts still sank.
A needleful of junk put one away for good
The four others watched but not one understood.
RF: Maybe God forgives them, or maybe they find
That Satan remembers the contract they singed:
Right from birth they were headed straight for damnation.
Maybe he forgives them for the times they were wise,
For moments when their lips loved without lies,
But everyone dies alone, there is no salvation.
The four little gangsters´ bank job went all wrong.
The guards opened fire, busting up the throng:
One took it in the face, another ine in the gut.
Just two are left now, psyched about a bigger cut.
Two little gangsters hear the bullets roar:
one bites a pistol - he knows what´s in store.
The last little loser demands a getaway plane,
but a sharpshooter plants a bullet in his brain...
RF: Maybe God forgives them, or maybe they find
That Satan remembers the contract they singed:
Right from birth they were headed straight for damnation.
Maybe he forgives them for the times they were wise,
For moments when their lips loved without lies,
But everyone dies alone, there is no salvation.