in a marble room I was alone

somewhere in the heart of rome

through gardens long since overgrown

down old arcades of broken stone

I met the ghost of al capone


upon request for some i.d.

he said the guardian angels are working for me


I called for a cop - he said stop or I shoot

one or two holes in your three piece suit

I say... steady on old fruit.

he told me not to be so cute

consider the river and the concrete boots

the devil and the deep blue sea

what you saw you didn't see

the guardian angels are working for me


the arms... the raving arms

and the hustle and the bustle - muscle in

I get sandwiched between the palms

the waving palms

and the banknotes rustle like an international language


even the recession doesn't put him out of pocket

back in the depression - he made a profit

a one-man crime wave - who can stop it?

the aged william in his pocket


blackmail. blue films. narcotics...

served with the style of a real neurotic

and the easy smile of a true psychotic

a sort of refugee



from the heart of the apostolic sea

from one flat fee to another flat fee

the hours are short and the money's free

and the guardian angels are working for me


the arms... the raving arms

and the hustle and the bustle - muscle in

I get sandwiched between the palms

the waving palms

and the banknotes rustle like an international language


I under pressure - suggested it

why not confess and quit

you're thirty-nine sir and less than fit

he took my false address and split

by the dirt roads, through the fever trees

in a lamborghini - if you please

to get from a to b

I beat my heart and bend my knee

the guardian angels are working for me


paralysed in precious stone

canonized - I stand alone

in the clouds of paradise - my home

a million orchids deck the throne

of the man who numbered al capone

the man who numbered all his bones

a personal friend of the burning tree

the guardian angels are working for me.

what you saw you didn't see

the guardian angels are working for me.

свернуть