The king is dead

He was tough hard as nails 

Done his tour canes and jails

Had a look even Angel's felt sting

Heard the doc cut his cord

With a samurai sword 

Setting free the next underworld king

He had charm and good looks

Set up dealers and cooks

He could run long before he could walk

Women are from his hand

None recieved the gold band 

Had more faces than any town clock 

There was violence most nights 

Loved the thrill of the fights

Had a story for every deep scar

What he wants he would take 

Had a house by the lake

With a pool and his own private bar

There's a price to be paid

All the nerves he had frayed 

Took control as he stood in the dock

He  was sent down for years 

Who would take on these fears 

There's a queue stretching miles round the block