Be Yer Own Hitman Songtext
von Cub Country

I′m driving down your old street
The tenth time today
And I listened to the same song
And I drove away

I never tire of seeing
Your old man's car
Out front in the driveway
Telling me I should be
Far, far away from here

You answered the telephone
While you were asleep
And you sounded tired
Said we should meet

We looked at some photos
That you tried to keep
You told me where you′d been
And it sounded deep
And far, far away from here


Please can I stay
For one more hour today
I won't be long
And I'll be gone
Watching you wave goodbye

I′m not so sorry
Listening
To your stories
And talking
Weed out your collection
Do it fast and clean
Just take what you can now
Leave them out to bleed
Alone and far, far away

Please can I stay
For one more hour today
I don′t belong
So I should be gone
You can watch me wave goodbye
Oh, goodbye