the mafia twins

NOW LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP,
PROTECT ME GOD FROM THOSE WHO CREEP
WITH EVIL PLOTS AND WICKED SCHEMES
TO SNATCH ME FROM MY RESTFUL DREAMS.
I KNOW THERE'S BAD THINGS I HAVE DONE
THAT'S WHY I'M SLEEPING WITH MY GUN,
AND IF I SHOULD BE STARTLED FROM MY PEACEFUL SLUMBER
MY GUN WILL ROAR LIKE BLASTS OF THUNDER.
GOT TO FIGHT TO LIVE JUST ONE MORE DAY
SO MANY THINGS TO DO SO MANY WORDS TO SAY.
BUT IF IT'S MY TIME TO GO AND MY LIFE'S TO BE TAKEN
JUST LEAVE ME IN MY DREAMS, NEVER TO BE AWAKENED.
MY WHOLE LIFE'S A CONSTANT STRUGGLE
FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE;
GOT ME THINKING LIKE A CRIMINAL
SICK OF BEING TREATED LIKE A SLAVE.
I MUST BEHAVE LIKE A SOLDIER
'CAUSE THE WORLD KEEPS GETTING COLDER.
GOT ME PEEPING OUT THE WINDOW
AND LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER.

By anonymous