he's got a shark skin suit
and a diamond earing
he's got jet black hair just like his mother
he's got a jail tattoo of his long lost brother
he's got a shotgun fuse don't you pull his trigger
roam from jail without a gun
public enemy number 1
kill the man on the run
on the land without bail
heading straight back to jail
nowhere else for him to go
daddy-o daddy-o
he's gonna make his mark in a vegas hotel
you roll snake-eyes ya! you gonna make his money
but hes ahead in wealth on a killin spree
down in L.A. on a killin spree
ya! roam from jail without a gun
public enemy number 1
kill the man on the run
on the land without bail
heading straight back to jail
nowhere else for him to go
daddy-o daddy-o
he was born on the fourth of july
the kinda man when he spoke