Once upon a time in California

I sing of J.B.
the most unfortunate soul.
Lost in a wilderness all his own,
of jungles and vipers,
a wilderness of his soul.
Through gunsmoke fire and burnin desire
his last true wish was to be the pyre
of the families ultimate name, the father.
Had money, honey's, blow o' plenty,
respect he claimed,
and all he saved for his very name.
A name would once be forgotten by else.
One day came when he got the call,
a little job away took it all.
See he disrespected the tall authority of
his home, and the man took a hit out for
this soul.
Now body in the soil unmarked by names
unmarked lonely grave.
Once upon a time in California.

Down in California,
the Black Chapel will fall.
In the Castle of the south,
we'll see it all.
Done are we all, like flies on the wall.
Down in California,
The chapel will fall.

Sit a while, here's the tale of Lil Max.
A bad mad hatter,
jungle rabbit little yapper of much noise.
Blew the smoke through his nose,
hit the needle with his ho's.
Only too much did he owe more than he owned,
so the day would come when a war would
put him in a hole of his own.
A grave to dig, he didn't know was his own,
but he dug it anyway, with high hopes of
new homes.
The crew made the run,
and the boy was done.
Once upon a time in California.

Down in California,
the Black Chapel will fall.
In the Castle of the south,
we'll see it all.
Done are we all, like flies on the wall.
Down in California,
The chapel will fall.

Red Sable was the lady
the killer of authority.
Her number was the one to call,
when jobs were made for luck to fall.
Many numbers came up in her reign of terror,
till one day arrived when the number was
her own red terror.
The light of her life,
the heart of her light.
His number was given,
for the end of her knife.
No sooner did she learn,
love knows no loyal tenor in the family jewels,
no song for fools.
Now at the end of her bullet,
her love fool is fooled.
Once upon a time in California.

Freddy Kannon was the boss
and he had it all.
He was livin the life,
with his cock to the wall,
his balls on the ball.
No marker on his money
he couldn't count it all.
Only vengance was the rolling boll.
See this man had wives one after the other,
did them all wrong,
deeds that would make you sudder,
till the day did come when the girls
arrived with guns, blades, like the Bride
after Billy boy... four brides to fight.
Win Freddy did untill a sister showed up
to collect the head for her darling cut up.
All this and more,
Freddy learned the true meaning of horror.
Once upon a time in California

Down in California,
the Black Chapel will fall.
In the Castle of the south,
we'll see it all.
Done are we all, like flies on the wall.
Down in California,
The chapel will fall.

The Bleu Dragon was there,
top of the game of the fair.
Mason Merrick
Ferror Frankie
DiMarco Dimi
Topanga Charlie
Topanga Tommy
The boys had the world,
had it by the balls,
till the rival cartel beat down the walls.
The castle stormed,
lives there were short,
in the fire of the flash
the flash of the blood.
All were left dead in the muck,
those alive would live to die.
Knowing their luck was trusted
the whore of dimes.
Once upon a time in California

I sing of J.B.
the most unfortunate soul.
Lost in a wilderness all his own,
of jungles and vipers,
a wilderness of his soul.
Through gunsmoke fire and burnin desire
his last true wish was to be the pyre
of the families ultimate name, the father.
Had money, honey's, blow o' plenty,
respect he claimed,
and all he saved for his very name.
A name would once be forgotten by else.
One day came when he got the call,
a little job away took it all.
See he disrespected the tall authority of
his home, and the man took a hit out for
this soul.
Now body in the soil unmarked by names
unmarked lonely grave.
Once upon a time in California.

Down in California,
the Black Chapel will fall.
In the Castle of the south,
we'll see it all.
Done are we all, like flies on the wall.
Down in California,
The chapel will fall.

Sit a while, here's the tale of Lil Max.
A bad mad hatter,
jungle rabbit little yapper of much noise.
Blew the smoke through his nose,
hit the needle with his ho's.
Only too much did he owe more than he owned,
so the day would come when a war would
put him in a hole of his own.
A grave to dig, he didn't know was his own,
but he dug it anyway, with high hopes of
new homes.
The crew made the run,
and the boy was done.
Once upon a time in California.

Down in California,
the Black Chapel will fall.
In the Castle of the south,
we'll see it all.
Done are we all, like flies on the wall.
Down in California,
The chapel will fall.

Red Sable was the lady
the killer of authority.
Her number was the one to call,
when jobs were made for luck to fall.
Many numbers came up in her reign of terror,
till one day arrived when the number was
her own red terror.
The light of her life,
the heart of her light.
His number was given,
for the end of her knife.
No sooner did she learn,
love knows no loyal tenor in the family jewels,
no song for fools.
Now at the end of her bullet,
her love fool is fooled.
Once upon a time in California.

Freddy Kannon was the boss
and he had it all.
He was livin the life,
with his cock to the wall,
his balls on the ball.
No marker on his money
he couldn't count it all.
Only vengance was the rolling boll.
See this man had wives one after the other,
did them all wrong,
deeds that would make you sudder,
till the day did come when the girls
arrived with guns, blades, like the Bride
after Billy boy... four brides to fight.
Win Freddy did untill a sister showed up
to collect the head for her darling cut up.
All this and more,
Freddy learned the true meaning of horror.
Once upon a time in California

Down in California,
the Black Chapel will fall.
In the Castle of the south,
we'll see it all.
Done are we all, like flies on the wall.
Down in California,
The chapel will fall.