Might as well sneak one more into the pot.
Turned out to be a pretty cool tune if I don't mind saying.
I was really on the fence with 2 leads so I'm just going to post them both. So there !!!
Dave
Credits
Donna - Lyrics
Jay (High Diving Act) - Vocals & Keys
Dave (Studioplayer) - Original Music, Guitars & Mix
Mark (Gerk) - Bass
Bill (r4m) Lead Guitar
Henry (Docmidnite) Lead Guitar
John (Jwoo) - Drums
Heaven
(v1)
Nicky the Nose can sniff out danger
Spot a phony who's on the make
Smash the intentions of any stranger
A quick once-over is all it takes
(v2)
Harry the Horse has an eye for the ladies
Mainly one type matches his taste
Likes her mean, darker than shady
Svelte in black leather, a whip at her waist
Chorus
Grown men and their terrible toys
Closer to Heaven when they were still boys
They like their cars sleek with body-sized trunks
Are easily offended by snitches or drunks
An angel in Hell
Has their names on his list
Written in fire so none can be missed
He's watched them from birth
As they work to create
Their Heaven on earth
(v3)
Tony the Traveller went too far
A secret send-off is what he needs
He's being picked up in the Family car
For a short-notice trip to Eternity
(v4)
Sal and his Caddy are part of the game
He rolls to the curb as his eyes start to search
Moves to the window to take better aim
Knocking the Mother of God from her perch
Chorus
Grown men and their terrible toys
Closer to Heaven when they were still boys
Mack and his knife make a pretty sharp pair
They'll skin you alive without turning a hair
An angel in Hell
Has their names on his list
Written in fire so none can be missed
He's watched them from birth
As they work to create
Their Heaven on earth
(v5)
Here comes Louie, thinking Life is so grand
Sal in his Caddy does not miss a beat
Leans from the window, weapon in his hands
Louie does his bullet-dodging dance on the street
(v6)
They take what they want at the drop of a gun
Power and luxury, pleasure and fame
Murder and mayhem, some do it for fun
Good or evil, to them it's the same
Chorus
Grown men and their terrible toys
Closer to Heaven when they were still boys
No more fedoras or pin-stripe suits
But they still know how to make concrete boots
An angel in Hell
Has their names on his list
Written in fire so none can be missed
He's watched them from birth
As they work to create
Their Heaven on earth
Copyright: D.Devine 2008
