Looking in the newspaper
I am spying for a job
None of which fit my qualities
Or anything that I love
Because I love to Kill I do
I love to watch them die
I wanna be a hit man boy
I wanna watch em die
Die
Die
Die
Again
Die
Die
Die
I wanna stalk you for a week and
Then watch the bullet fly
Die
Die
Die
Again
Die
Die
Die
I wanna pull the trigger and
Just watch the bullet fly
I've got a job to do
And I'll do it right
I'll take a look at the phone book
Or as I call it my menu for tonight
Who wants to be my victim
Who wants to die tonight
Who the Hell's in the phone book
Lets see who is tonight
I enjoy the yellow pages
Why
I don't know why
One
Two
Three
There
Here's the number I call tonight
Ring
Ring
Ring
"Hello?"
"Do you wanna die tonight?"
"What?!"
"Dine...Do you want to Dine tonight?"
"What are you talking about who is this?"
Dial tone*
They don't know it but I did
I tracked their number as we spoke
I arrive at their door
I go
Knock
Knock
Knock
"Want to hear a funny joke?"
BANG
Ha
Ha
I love my job
Die
Die
Tonight
Lay down flowers on their graves
Every single night
I arrive at the cemetery with a
Bocay
Because of all the bodies I have a Lot to lay
One rose for you
And one rose for you
I've killed twelve of them so far
And I think my job's alright
I wont get fired for a long long time
But then bang
He fired the gun
The man in the blue uniform
He fired the gun
The day I got fired
Bang
He shot me down
He watched my body hit the ground
He heard my ugly gasp of pain
He watched my blood start to drain
My body cold and pale it was
I do mine
And his job he does
