Lyrics :: No Flowers for Valentine

I was kneecapping some losers
When a call came thru the line
Shotgun George was grinning
Said boy, you know it’s time
Meet me at the ole place
Pack your rod and oil it well
We’ll round up some fellas
Who are ready for the kill
This time we mean business
We got order from the top
Big Al has given his OK
To rub out Moran’s Mob

Chorus
Got no flowers for Valentine
Got no flowers for Valentine
They say true love will never die,
But I got no flowers for Valentine

Well a man’s gotta work
And he’s gotta do it well
So grab yer tools and send
Those sinners straight to hell
Drive to Lincoln Park
We dress as Police men
The garage cold and dark
And the Trenchcoat boys walk in
Ain’t no surprise you guys
That’s the way it’s done
In the days of the Mob
Rules the Tommy Gun

Chorus

Oh the bodies twitched and jerked
To the rods’ deafening ring
Like horrible marionettes
Dancing on Satan’s strings

Chorus
Repeat chorus
Shoot ‘em up
Line ‘em up
Against the wall...