I guard these sleazy streets,
from gambling joint
to speakeasy.
No back alley hoodlum
is gonna muscle in
on my territory.
The gangster and machine gun
is public enemy number one,
in Chicago where the innocent
pay protection to stay free.

Well nobody gets hurt,
If he walks the straight and narrow.
Bend the arrow out of line,
and you have to reckon with me.


Cause I'm laying down,
Laying down the law.
I'm laying down,
Laying down the law.

Behind every street corner,
there's vermin crawling out
of the woodwork.
Some low down punk
with a shot gun,
itchin to fill ya full of lead.
Wine,Women
and bootleg whiskey,
threatens the basis of society.
Side walks are paved with blood,
Who couldn't keep their head.

Sin city never sleeps,
You better learn to
pull no punches.
Eyes to the rear,
cause down here...
They play for keeps.


Cause I'm laying down,
Laying down the law.
I'm laying down,
Laying down the law.

You say I'm dreaming,
to believe in a better way,
For this rat trap
we call home.
I'm the enforcer
Making sure
that crime don't pay...
And I'm not alone!

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