Cigar smoke curlin’ in the hallway Pinstripe suit, rose in the lapel Ledger on the desk like a war play Every little number somethin’ they won’t tell South Side kingpin, smile like a threat Handshakes soft, but the orders cut necks Speakeasy doors, little knock, side step Jazz in the back, in the front it’s a check He pray in the pew, then he pay for a hit Glass in his hand, ice cold as the script Laugh with a cop while he palms him a gift Whole town lean when his eyebrow lift (uh) Capone in the corner, hat low, eyes closed Everybody talkin’ like they really might know Silent at the table but he run that show If he point one finger, whole block go cold Capone in the mirror, can’t wash that soul Money stack tall, put a price on control You can chase that crown, you can pay that toll But you can’t outrun what your name might hold Tommy-gun chatter in a midnight alley Wet bricks shine, but the windows quiet Judge in his pocket, priest in the family Whole steel city still stayin’ on diet Bootleg bottles in a church man’s coat New law dry, but the river still floats Press write stories that they never quite quote He sit back, smirk, let the rumor grow mold Mama light a candle, say “change your way” Boy already built like a loaded safe He carve his initials on a whole decade But the taxman wait like a patient blade (yeah) Capone in the corner, hat low, eyes closed Everybody talkin’ like they really might know Silent at the table but he run that show If he point one finger, whole block go cold Capone in the mirror, can’t wash that soul Money stack tall, put a price on control You can chase that crown, you can pay that toll But you can’t outrun what your name might hold Big house, big lawn, small dark cell All that power can’t outbid hell From the gold-plated forks to the hospital bed Only thing follow is the weight in your head Capone in the corner, hat low, eyes closed Everybody talkin’ like they really might know Silent at the table but he run that show If he point one finger, whole block go cold Capone in the mirror, can’t wash that soul Money stack tall, put a price on control You can chase that crown, you can pay that toll But you can’t outrun what your name might hold
