The Atoll

Giacomo
Hes admiral and don Silvio aboard
La Chupacabra on yon sandbar beached
A narco sub the shell thick fibreglass
Im pilot and capo Giacomo there
Albin
Then by your soldiers medals youre both sunk
As burglary and fencing arent divine
Silvio
Youve read far too much into our conceit
The medals are mere army surplus spoils
Pinned on our chests our feet firm on the ground
Albin
Say if my handles killer whale smudge yours
Silvio
Hes known as Butterfingers mecha shanked
Im known as Cosh account of pistol whips