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