Let our bullets
Ran through the crowd
Cause with every dirty deed
We're makin' him proud

Machine gun empties bullets
Onto a blood red coat [?]
Whenever we to these nasty deeds
It's him we do it for

Capone's finest
Oh, yeah

Rivers of guns flow through
Decades gone by
And if the man is marked
He must surely die

Capone's finest
Oh, yeah