Guess who's arriving to strike your dead souls off your feet Portly gentlemen dancing on the boardwalk street You surely know this instant dynamo The atlantic bang
Bastards can't hide cause they all will be shot in the end And brought to the king of the ocean to relax and be content Prohibition is all that we lean on The atlantic bang
You walk in their front with no hope of any kind But that tune you recall rolls all across your mind \"Stars shining bright above you, Night's breezes seem to whisper I love you\"
Mr. Nucky, the threat brought to you only seems to grow Your empire is now burning down from the deeds of your foes This business makes you fly and chopped in half from that boomerang Whiskey changes to wine, everything's a change of times A new atlantic bang The atlantic bang