My Funny Valentine

Vino Vinny Vino Vinny There was no doubt I was seeing double Vinny poured another glass I actually think it was whiskey There we sat, at the back of the Angelos Steak and Kill The joke wasn’t lost on many The joint was dark and filled with smoke Each booth offering up its own unique privacy Never an evening went by That some devious plot or plan wasn’t being hatched Tonight was no different Vinny laid it all out on a napkin He told me revenge is bitter sweet Tomorrow night we would feast on the bitter and the sweet I had no doubts I was ready to prove my worth I was ready Well the next night came faster than a hangover Eight of us left in two cars We had a shot of grapa, only that The Capone said we needed all are wits about us tonight, and then some Now no one could argue that, and no one would Laughter and bravado go hand in hand We arrived on the side street, where one lone doorman Was smoking his life away Little did he know, how soon that *** would be his demise One shot to the head, and blood spurted The water fountain of death Began its dance In went Vinny in the lead and me right on behind One doesn’t waste time with fancy introductions We were there to deliver the red blood of revenge Sweet death served to order, and we followed orders The dinnerware and glasses shattered, wine became blood Made men fell, bullets tangoed uniting the living with the dead A blood bath There are no other words to explain The dead danced with our bullets and fell onto the now red carpet Revenge was served, they said bitter sweet Me, I fell to my knees Vinny he looked over with an uncomprehending stare The waitress serving drinks Was shot right through the heart, it was my bullet That murdered my finance For me this revenge was to be only bitter Dazed I lay, in a pool of blood, hers Sirens in the distance Vinny yelling, get the hell up, get the hell up There was no heaven or up for me I was as good as dead They left I crawled over to her Tears clouded my vision I laid my head upon her breast Entwined in agony, within the grasp of reaper I caressed her soft hair, I kissed the sour blood of my sins My enemies in death, served me my own poison She put a finger to her lips Seductively She whispered shhhhhhhh I whispered back, with my now black heart Be my Funny valentine She smiled softly and died