The ships so grand
That i can dance
On the port
By a pole
Standing
Staring
At the sunset
Down goes the sun!
It's twilight
And the fumes
Of a bloody carnage
Line the port
In my sacred Chicago
Where there is magic
In a port
With pots
Of GOLD SO PURE
Being transported
For Luchi Fuchi...
The drug queen,
So regal
And Caw Caw writhes
As the GOLD comes
Crashing into a magic port in Chicago...
And we win
As the twilight fumes
Of a bloody carnage
Line the magic port in Chicago.