[Verse] The Don of Death On his mountain of money Feels safe from the fate Of his people so sunny [Verse 2] His castle so high Shadows cities below While they toil and they cry He reaps what they sow [Chorus] Laughing through the night With a crown made of lies Grinning in the light As his empire dies [Verse 3] Guarded by the walls That glitter and gleam He won’t hear the calls Of the broken-down scheme [Bridge] Power in a vault Chained by golden keys He can't see it's his fault Brought down to his knees [Verse 4] Snow falls on his throne A shiver in the breeze He’s reaped what he's sown Now haunted by pleas
