1. Magic Gumbo

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2. Rails And Guns

Steaming engine, secret station
Gangsters' hideaway
Loading cargo, precious cargo
Freight of giggle juice

Crate by crate
Due for sale by morning
Car by car
Crew is packing heat

Old rattler in the night
Headlights piercing darkness
There's no fear of rival gangs
As beach and trees roll by

Old rattler in the night
Headlights piercing darkness
Could they guess that engine cabin's
Packed with dynamite?

Bombs go off
Mobsters fall like bowling pins
Green skins hop
From every hole and bin

Goblin mob
Opt for twelve gauge fire mayhem
Human chops
Aren't exactly gunmen
Aren't exactly fighters
Aren't exactly rivals anymore

Hooch crates
Key to dough and dolls
Hereby
Lights the star of goblin mob
3. Goblin Malt 03:51 Hide lyrics
Try this brand
The flavor's grand
It's goblin finest malt

Score a hit
Or simply score
With finest goblin malt

Famed be
Praised be
Green malts from the Old World

Perfect both in
Shots or highballs –
Sign of perfect blend

Our brand new hooch
It's more than meets the eye
Our brand new hooch
It makes you feel alive

Never before
You have tasted
Pure liquid gold, gold, gold, gold

Green and tart
Smooth and rich
One and only whiskey

You're a shine
You're a catch
For most attractive doll, doll, doll, doll

Ears a-steaming
Eyes a-popping
Goblin's finest malt

Side effect
Off the track
Off you go for minor violence
Green waves
Wash away
Shame and afterthought

Choose your weapon
Choose your stage
It's your benefit performance
Brawl, gunplay
Brawl again
Now you're the trouble boy

Green malt!
Green malt!
4. Deadly Tango 04:47 Hide lyrics
Ladies and gents,
Fill your glasses
Our next performance
Is not meant for prudes

A singer, a dancer
She'll make you feel dizzy
An evergreen gal
From evergreen woods, woods

Fresh as a pile of,
Graceful as cripple,
Her teeth and voice
As sharp as a saw

Languishing eyes
Hazy with duckweed
Her frame's so curvy
As curvy are her bones

How come she's the only singer
Fave of the audience, fave of the bar?
How come every night they book her?
How come she's the only star?

One by one they disappeared
Pompous bitches, human whores
Arrogant broads now rest in a dumpster
Chopped into pieces by the goblin doll

One by one – and there were none
Rivals now be driven away with a gun
Don't you know that
She's the only one

Marilyn choked
On a cherry pit,
Shirley met
With a random van

Jessica ran
Headlong in a mirror
Betty took off from
A top window pan
5. Tommy Guns 03:17 Hide lyrics
It ain't a plain job
To build delight empires
Not for the green skins
Out of space and time
They deem it's too much
Our red lights, our gin mills
They deem we're feeble,
Ain't worth a rotten dime

A pack of vultures
Wants us either canned or popped
Storm clouds gather
Over trouble boys
Both mobs and coppers
Will come for our heads
They have been warned
Oh well, they had some choice

One more burst
Off you go to dine with angels
One more shot
Kiss the ground, kiss the floor
One more burst
This is our hooch and wenches
One more blast
Send them through the wall!

Oh, the joy of firefight (yeah!)
Tommy Guns will set it right (right!)
What a ritzy, bloody night!

We paint the walls red
We glee at fire flashes
We let the bombs fly
Yet they're pushing on
Why, let them test our
Red velvet, golden fortress
All packing heat, our
Goblin boys are pumping metal

One more burst
Off you go to dine with angels
One more shot
Kiss the ground, kiss the floor
One more burst
This is our hooch and wenches
One more blast
Send them flying through the wall

One more burst
Off you go to dine with angels
One more blast
Send them through the wall!

Oh, the joy of firefight (yeah!)
Tommy Guns will set it right (right!)
What a ritzy, bloody night!
6. Big Boss 03:48 Hide lyrics
Gross!
But his diamonds shine
And his eyeballs smile
And he takes a glance
And they scram

Boss!
And his hooch is strong
And his reach is long
And he gives a nod
And we glee

Once we become insanely rich
Chewing the mud be forever forgotten
Once we become the infamous, most brutal mob

Ride, ride
His train to success
To hills, to valleys
Of dough and dolls

Shine, shine
In shade of his glory
A tad maybe gory
No matter the costs

Hail, hail
Notorious Big Shot
We've been in a tight spot
We thought all was lost

Offers
They cannot refuse
It's not them to choose
Cause he is Big Boss

Now Mister Fatcat,
Gone Mister Swamp Rat
Mention not his past
Not a hint

3. Hangover

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