Well, it was back in the day
Back in the 1920s
Selling hooch for the gang
Just meant large cash money

Splatter papa glamour, guns and the ledger
Post office poster stars
Around them times the pay was best
To be had

It’s never as sweet
As when it’s not in the open
Special secrets hold
Such a promise of…

They spilled wine in the raids
And that thirst-found morning
And taking out of the head
Just meant a line was forming

Contraband Nero, toast of the nation
Playing while his city burned
’Til they found the best way to deal
Was knowing when to say when

It’s never as sweet
As when it’s not in the open
Special secrets hold
Such a promise of…