February 14, 1929
Valentine’s Day, love and gratitude flow through the atmosphere
No need for deception or fear, for love will appear and persevere
Police officers take off or volunteer to work the double shift
Either way it’s a gift, for its Valentine’s Day there’s no mischief
Even gangsters get the jiff, or you would so call think
But on this day, black and blue have vanished, blood was the ink
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Stuffing his face with chocolate, Capone picked up the phone
All that was heard was the dial tone, the words were unknown
Money delivered in abundance, running alcohol during prohibition
“Bugs” wasn’t paying commission,
Stepped out of position, now demolition is Capone’s only mission
Gather extra ammunition, for this night not a soul will be left alive
When the police arrive, if a body’s revived, you better pray to survive
Now contrive and be gone, but stick to the master plan
Go to the tailor and get the police costumes to expand
Then pick up the unmarked van, load everything in with forethought
If caught, keep his name out your mouth or be filled with distraught
His emotions became overwrought, then he left for Florida in a hurry
His alibi is set, so if those stupid whyo’s got caught he had no worries
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The van pulled up at the garage, except for “Bugs” all his men were there
The plot was unfair; the phony cops strutted in blowing smoke in the air
Completely unaware, “Bugs” men thought they were busted for running alcohol
The cops words were said with enthrall, as the men piled up face against the wall
There was no brawl, the men without resistance followed the directions
The handcuffs were placed on all seven men without a tad of inspection
The plan worked to perfection, they chuckled, called in the two plain clothed men
Gave them time to say their amen’s then let rounds enter their skin again and again
After about hundred shots, the men lied in a bloody pulp on the blood stained floor
Neighbors heard the gunshots, looked out their windows after locking the front door
The phony cops walked out with the plain clothed men arrested for everyone to see
And that’s what went down in history as the St. Valentine’s Day mystery
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A couple hours later, actual officers arrived at the scene
A man made machine, the fuckin site was brutal and obscene
No where near routine, with no witnesses this was going to be an impossible case
All of a sudden a heavily breathing man budged with blood all over his face
In less then five minutes, the man was laying in a hospital bed
Cops filled with dread, if this man dies then their case is dead
The next morning the man picks up his head, looks around with bloodshot eyes
Says in a bold matter "I’m not gonna talk" puts his head back down and dies
-This is all actual and factual information
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