Chicago Sunset

In the red Chicago sunset

I could smell his rotting bones

I could smell greed and corruption

The old corpses gently moan

In the red Chicago sunset

The cars they gently drone

While in cement foundations

Lie the victims now unknown

In the red Chicago sunset

I dream I hear the phone

And on the other end of it

Is that horse thief Al Capone

Do you want to buy some liqour

Do you want to buy a cop

Or buy a politician

In America we shop

In the red Chicago sunset

I can only cry

Chicago Chicago

You're built on vice and lies