Song Description
A song about revenge. Getting back at the "Hitman".
Song Length |
3:17 |
Genre |
Rock - General |
Lyrics
HITMAN
I was lyin on the hard cold ground he was kickin me in the head
Then he rolled me over rifled through my pockets and left me there for dead
I heard her say you earned your pay and she reached into her purse
Pulled out a thick roll of bills he took it and said I shoulda cut him up much worse
He's a hit man
A sleazy slimy hit man
A greasy grimy hit man
He'd even try and take out Jesus if the devil gave him cold hard cash
Through bloody eyes I watched them walk away he was lookin so smooth and smug
He was braggin about the rich widow he killed to help out her no good son
And then he said there's a secret to bein a hired gun
Always wear a suit and go to church and you can kill anyone
He's a hit man
A sleazy slimy hit man
A greasy grimy hit man
He'd even try and take out Jesus if the devil gave him cold hard cash
I lay low till I was strong again
Brain on fire - burnin with revenge
I wrote this song - I pinned it on his chest
And then I hung it - yeah I hung it like a noose around his neck
Now everybody knows wherever he goes
'Cause the song keeps playing on the radio
He's a washed up hitman - runnin from the law
Sheriff knockin at his door
Runnin from the law
Sheriff knockin at his door
© Marv Conan