Casino - Sanju Lyrics

It rained blood in Old San Juan
The white parasites can't drink enough
Thoughts and prayers from the mouths of swollen ticks

No place or room for us all
64 or 4,000 more?
Dead bodies don't lie
They can be counted

I'm the Son of Sam
Red-blooded American
I'm no god damn window shopper
I'm the son of Abraham
I see the blade in my father's hand
I hear that polished voice
"Now I know you fear god"

All given blood red dreams
Dead dreams rolled up
In blood red carpet at their feet

All died, waiting and hating
Born dead, dreaming about América

The hand on your shoulder just wants to grab your neck
The hand that picks you up drops you by the bootstraps
The hand that feeds you needs you pacified
The hand that feeds you needs you even more

Blood red San Juan
Beach braids in blonde
Culture abuse
Culture to abuse

The hand that feeds you needs you
(Pacified)
The hand that feeds you keeps you
(Hungry)
Reaching out for more

Fish swallowing fish, straight to the noose
Fish swallowing fish, it's culture abuse