The Ballad of Sonny Black

Sonny Black took the wack
As a man among men in the LCN
Shot once on the floor he was no bore
Give me another one but one that counts
Cause he went to bat for a no good rat
But Special Agent Joe Pistone was just doing his job
Claiming jewels he did rob
This no good slob
Did wind his way in
And against Sonny sin
The name of this STING 
Had a curious ring
Operation Donny Brasco
And so it did go
Down in the history books
Amid curious looks
From the questionable crooks
Men of honor vs. men of iron
FBI vs. LCN
But never again 
As saith The Raven
Nevermore......

Sunny Black burns
With the saints in hell
Sounds pretty swell
Who can tell
The gleaning of a meaning
In an oximoron
Sonny Black will never be back
Pistone we can attack
Perhaps even wack
And collect our sack
Of $500K
Oh happy day
What a way
To earn a buck and the g-men fuck
We would need luck 
Not to run amuk

I need the cash
And the G-men to bash
I can't be rash
Or Pistone will dash
Out of sight and out of my mind
Into the long sweet good-night
That will give no one a fright
Before I vanish from no insight
And being in my head a little bit unright
Back to my own kind
At the same time
As speaketh Poe's raven
Nevermore....
Shall you see me here
On this lonely shore
Annnabelle Lee and me
Here by the sounding sea
Just my Annabelle and me
Forevermore and nevermore
Will I be such a bore
On this loser's shore
Such  intel to store about deeds we abhor 
As they snore and go out the door
The starry sorry asses
But these two shall pass
Like methane gas
Out someone's ass

Alas, alas
At least they had class
And maybe a lass or two or three
Operation Donny Brasco/ Special Agent Joe Pistone
Won't be back 
Cause no ones picking up the slack
For the official rat pack
But wiseguys all before the fall
Stand up guys standing small
From the handwriting on the wall
Of time and fate 
They are among the un-great
As the violence does abate 
Them we can now rate
For their acts upon the stage 
Full of rage
In a play in seven acts
With each signifying nothing
Filled with pointless bloody whacks
Pretenders, hacks, and quacks
Dead men in sacks
Or cashmere designer slacks

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