| Let’s go out for a ride to the old Sin City
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| When the king of the underworld
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| Ruled without any pity
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| He wore a silk gown, dried monkey heads on the back
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| A face carved outta stone and a heart painted black
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| He believed in omens and was very superstitious
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| If anyone ever crossed him, his revenge would be vicious
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| He got blood on his hands
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| He got blood on his shoes
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| Cuts his enemies down
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| With the Shanghai Blues
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| A Chinese godfather, an offer you can’t refuse
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| Or you might disappear with the Shanghai Blues
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| When he joined the Green Gang
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| He was young, hungry, and tough
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| Took over that crime dynasty
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| Had all the right stuff
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| He kept many concubines
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| And he had many wives
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| Hooked up with Chiang Kai-shek
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| That was how he survived
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| He ran the opium trade with gambling and prostitution
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| Then escaped to Hong Kong before Mao’s revolution
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| He got blood on his hands
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| He got blood on his shoes
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| Cuts his enemies down
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| With the Shanghai Blues
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| The Chinese godfather, an offer you can’t refuse
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| Or you might disappear with the Shanghai Blues
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| Player
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| When someone betrayed him
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| He would send them a coffin
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| Or maybe a knife in the back
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| Which happened quite often
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| He got blood on his hands
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| He got blood on his shoes
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| Cuts his enemies down
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| With the Shanghai Blues
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| A Chinese Godfather, an offer you can’t refuse
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| Or you might disappear with the Shanghai Blues
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| Shanghai Blues
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| The Shanghai Blues, yeah |