San Leone

You are my little napalm voodoo charm

Sant’Agata tattooed on my arm

i never sleep at the wheel

i’ve only got two more one-eyed jacks to deal

Scorpio Joe is the one to beat

he doesn’t sweat doesn’t seem to feel the heat

he says our Lord aint white but skin of bronze

and likes to sing a sailor song

San Leone del Mare

San Leone of the deep

I see the markings on your hand

i’m going to make them disappear and then

i’ll play my my triple X ace of hearts

you know i never lose at cards

when flames beneath the dealer climb

i’m already hitching for a highway sign

but not a soul comes down to this zone

the darkest limits of ancient Rome

With a cigar in my pocket

our backs against the wall

its you and me against it all

one more time

let’s take the money

make a run tonight

or we’ll never get outta here alive

our Lord aint white but skin of bronze

and likes to sing a sailor song

San Leone del mare

San Colombus of the sea