Lyrics - Ricco by Bloom On

Ricco was a junky, mean when junks effected,he had a secret yearning for the women he protected.
But he had also just to pay, a treasure every weekto
Johnny who supplied hot-stuff, needed for been sick.
Oh, what a horrible sight, what a horrible sight.
Oh, what a sinful delight, what a sinful delight.
Now,
Johnny was a dealer, with some red-faded bootshe brayed to the bums around him "
Get this dummy pooch"
He saw his leather-feathered hat thrown away by a shot,he said "
Hey
Johnny cool it down, it only just a rot"
Oh, what a horrible sight, what a horrible sight.
Oh, what a sinful delight, what a sinful delight.
Now,
Ricco's on the
Heaven, he no more needs no stuffhe's breathing now hot fresh air, he's no more tricks or bluff.
He keeps an eye on
Johnny's way, surrounded by his gals,
He feels no hate, he feels no joy, he even has no pals.
Oh, what a beautiful sight, what a beautiful sight.
Far away from the sinful delight, from that sinful delight.

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