The first of the three, we had our fun,
I took him out back, yet he tried to play dumb;
He denied all my questions, he cried those fake tears,
He decided his fate when he satisfied my fears.

The second, a woman, she antagonized me much,
She laughed at my losses, I laughed at her cuss,
I left her to taste the Hudson’s dark water,
That’s the last she sang of my darling lost daughter.

Third and final, the boss, he was difficult to find,
Hidden from public, he was devising new crime,
Shocked to see me, he was; yet smiling that smile,
He took out a knife, tried to add me to the pile.

His knife was short lived, I had broken his arm,
The cries of his pain had become the alarm,
I did what I must and fled from the scene,
That bastard now silent, I had finished the deed.

At night when I think about what I have done,
I remember my wife, my daughter, my son,
I cry out to God, “There’s nothing more for me now.”
No family, no more vengeance, no more people to be found.