Dead Don Songtext
von Tatum

Dead Don

She′s wearing a perfecto
When she walked in the room
She walked through
Like a cowboy in a cartoon
The glaze in the eyes of the men in the stripclub's armchairs
Were filled with their filth, their lust and violence
Their filth, Their filth, their lust and violence
She crossed the club′s floor looking at the dancers through her sunglasses
The red bumbag around her waist
Her Santiagos stomping on the floor
The red bumbag around her waist
Her Santiagos stomping on the floor

She's a cold heart killer, the heart of a lover
The walk of a tightrope walker
She's a dreadful gunner, the heart of a lover
The walk of a tightrope walker

Dead Don
Dead Don


And Don was here, sitting in the dark
A cigar in his mouith and a smile that said welcome love
Silver teeth on the front
An eye that said don′t fuck with me
He laughed and he asked Is it done
She said No but I′m about to, I'm about to
She shot him in the face four times and turned around, she turned around
And ten men stood hands on their waist to get their guns, get their guns
Pulled out another gun from the red bumbag around her waist, the red bumbag
She ran around the back through the dressing room
Through a rain of bullets, a rain of bullets

She′s a cold heart killer with the heart of a lover
The walk of a tightrope walker
She's a dreadful gunner with the heart of a lover
The walk of a tightrope walker

Dead Don

The sound of twenty boots stomping down the corridor
She′s down in the backroom sweating and bleeding
She runs to escape her own doom
They shout, they scream, they spread their fear through masculinity
They lost the chief of the hound dogs pack
They only mourn in revenge and blood
She just found the exit door

She's a cold heart killer with the heart of a lover
The walk of a tightrope walker
She′s a dreadful gunner with the heart of a lover
The walk of a tightrope walker