I wonder if I would crack under fire
I wonder if I'm a rat
Love is being connected
I wanna feel like that
The crew and I will hang on the steps
Outside a chippy shop in Oldham
I'd make mistakes; they'd clean up the mess
We'll play Texas hold-em and talk about religion
It's a wonder how I try
So little in my life
I still could be insane
But I'd do it in style

No one would ever talk to me that way
Get the boss on the phone
Some jabroni's in my face
He thinks he's the man

I wanna be in the mafia
I wanna push everybody down, down, down
I wanna put a hit out on my brain
And live another day in the mafia

I met a guy at Belmont Psychiatric
Didn't like the look of his room
He told me he was taking mine
And I said, "Should I make your bed?
Do you tuck your sheets in? "
My mind is over that way
My soul is over there somewhere
I'm just in-between
Saying "what do you want from me? "


I know I'll never be untouchable
But if I ever get pinched
I know a henchman inside
Will get to bust me out


I wanna be in the mafia
I wanna push everybody down down down
I wanna put a hit out on my brain and say
"What do I look like, an asshole? "
I wanna be Ray Liotta
And live another day in the mafia


And in the evening I'd take off my sweatpants
Adjust my chain and put on some other sweatpants
Look at my pinkie ring
This little thing
Means somebody loves me
I'm beginning to give up
There's nothing in my cup
I'm hoping it's a phase
I'm longing for the days
In the mafia