When the moon is out And it comes to blood Another crime don't matter In the neighborhood Oooh Chicago, gonna let me make it up to my door? And this kid, he ain't got no soul You had a sweeter side, but that had to go And the city got you evil now Well he can shoot a gun But his mama don't like where he aim it And in the end it just don't matter He'll be down so deep he's gonna need a ladder Oooh Chicago, gonna let me make it up to my door? And this kid, he ain't got no soul You had a sweeter side, but that had to go And the city got you evil now