Killing is my business,
And business is good,
You pray to your god,
Doubt he understood.
A shot rings out,
Crimson blood spray,
The bolt slams back,
The scarlet stains the concrete gray.
The mark is down,
I collect my pay,
Made a good wage,
On this damned, bloody day.
Back on the streets,
Waiting for the call,
Give me a name,
I'll kill for all.
My price isn't high,
I enjoy what I do,
But if you stiff me,
I'll make an example of you.
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