Gangsters and Cherries

Italian boys go through a mafia stage idolizing gangsters and their lead ripping ways dreaming in blood money ,wearing a pair of snake eyes diamond studded vixens flashing pearl glazed thighs. Scar faces -speak easy whisky- drowning out the sun nights vibrating with the chatter of dancing tommy guns one step behind the reaper, one ahead of the cherries beneath marble tombstones a code of honor is buried. but Italian boys soon realize they haven't got the balls to live life on a knife edge, go toe to toe with the law I was no different and settled into a cage of mundane a nine to five carousel where all stallions are chained.