Honest and True

I am a hit man, honest and true

For a bag of money I’ll murder for you

With garrote, gun, or knife – can make it look like an accident

If the bag is big enough I’ll even kill the president

 

My girlfriend is a prostitute, with a heart of gold

for enough money, she’ll do just what she’s told

– with a smile she’ll suck your cock or take it in the ass

You might think the less of her, but she does it all with class

 

Girlfriend and I went for walk out in the park

That’s where we ran into an orphan with a story – stark!

Just for the thrill of it, he ran up against the mob

– and as luck would have it, I had already contracted for the job

 

A violent man dies a violent death

Better to just focus on your breath

Karma goes ’round and ’round

’cause what gets lost – will always get found

 

My girlfriend is a prostitute with a heart of gold

One thing she’ll tell you is – love can’t be bought or sold

That kid’s pristine innocence really touched our hearts

But it made the oligarchs nervous, it gave them fits and starts

 

This next verse is one I have not written yet

It’s where the three of us watch a beautiful sunset

It is a montage of us having fun on the beach

Complete with foreshadowing of us going once more unto the breach

 

The banksters indecision gave us our big chance –

to hit them where it hurts, and make it look like happenstance

Rube Goldberg would have liked the trap we set in motion

-and by the time they were all dead, we had sailed across the ocean

 

A violent man dies a violent death

Better to just focus on your breath

karma goes ’round and ’round

’cause what gets lost – will always get found

 

Now every assassin from Manila to Peru –

is on the hunt for us, oh what can we do?

We tried hiding out in Montevideo, and then in Birmingham

Life’s evanescent glory is striking when you are on the lam

 

A violent man dies a violent death

Better just focus on your breath

Karma goes ’round and ’round

’cause what gets lost – will always be found

 

Esteban The Chameleon caught up to us outside of Pahrump

We had let our guard down, hauling our trash out to the dump

The only thing we could do was lock eyes with that crazy kid –

And now the three of us are dissolving in hydro-chlor-ic ac-id

 

A violent man dies a violent death

Better to just meditate and focus on your breath

Because what gets lost will always be found

Because what gets lost will always be found

 

 

 

 

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