COMPEYSON:
Money is potent
It can change a life in a moment
Expedite a rise or a tragic demise
Shadows know the secret
If you pay them they will keep it
Each stranger, an arranger
They will aid you and fade back to black
Street life makes you callous
It's the hunger gives you malice
Comeuppance for a tuppence
Empty hands, filled, will go back to black
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COMPEYSON:
One way or another
Plans are best kept undercover of
Night then, out of sight then
When I strike, then he’ll go back to black
Laws instituted
Must be executed
And I have my spies
Paid for keeping their eyes
On my prize
ALL:
Vengeance is a cold friend
It’s the shackles binding two men
Commands you when it brands you
Darkened roads will lead you back to black
Life wraps you in ermine
Then envelops you like vermin
It’s thriving when conniving
COMPEYSON:
My retribution
Has a fitting conclusion
Vengeance will be mine...
ALL:
Vengeance is a cold friend
It’s the shackles binding two men
It commands you when it brands you
Damns you
ALL:
Back to black!
