Little Al Capone

Leave the body alone
You’re not the maître d' and this saint his
Home digger
Don’t lay your damsels
Take a spin in my lot
Take your nameless, two-faced soul, my
Gold digger
Don’t make advances
I’m the X and the O
Two yesterday’s in a row
I’m the E-S-P
Momentarily
Retract and receive the dungeon of my redeemer
Playin' asthmatics
I’m making my case
Shut your mouth and kiss the overwrite
Go figure
Don’t make advances
Leading up to the par
I’ve got an x-ray permanent holiday
No list-er
Go necromancers
In the mist, you can hide
From all the misdemeanors outside
You got the B-C-P
Within the decree
You can’t even see the demons of my (demeanor)
Momentarily
Retract and receive the dungeon of my redeemer
Redeemer
Of my demeanor
Of my demeanor
Got an itch to lead
All the kids in the valkryie
Well they can jump and hate the time than quit the team
Little Al Capone doesn’t have much but a half-way home
Well, he can walk away for miles in the least
Within the decree
You can’t even see the demons of my demeanor
Momentarily
Retract and receive the dungeon of my redeemer
Of my demeanor
Of my demeanor
Of my demeanor
Of my demeanor