Revenge

He went to work

Went on with a Thompson gun

Ten magazines and his case weighed a ton

Booked a hotel room with a view of the street

And a speakeasy bar room where the hoodlums all meet

He sat up till dawn

The sky was all torn

The sun was a slaughter of red

But he waited until he slayed before he went to bed

For the one with the stick pin

Who shot his daddy dead

He knelt with the parts spread on the hotel room floor

For cleaning and oiling when he heard the door

He called out "Who's that?"

And a voice said "The maid."

He said "Come later, if you want to get laid."

He waited till ten

Then he saw the men

Four men in a Ford limousine

He fired through the curtain so he would not be seen

And got all four of those men

And he got away clean

Revenge is sweet

Revenge is sweet

You know

Revenge is sweet

Revenge so sweet