Mafia Stole My House

Forget all the gangster films seen on the silver screen
'Cos films can sometimes tell lies
Forget about Robin Hood giving from rich to poor
Things that don't happen in real life

The mafia stole my house
Left me down and out
Left me on the run all the way to Cambodia
The mafia stole my house

Childhood of poverty, excuses don't bother me
You're not the only one who had it tough
Greed and your violence hurt those of us that have to work
For money you've never had to earn

Think you can poison my dog and drive my girlfriend mad
And never gonna have to give account
Stay afloat by bribing cops. Never enough, you never stop
What goes around has to come around