Hitman Songtext
von The Diamond Light
Hitman Songtext
The devil might have a hit on me.
There′s a fire in his eyes.
But I've got this can of gasoline,
And I′m dying to see if I could put him back in his place.
I'm gonna put him back in his place.
I've got a hot brick in my bed,
I′m gonna beat this cold.
I′ve got a number in my head,
Surprised I made it to be this old.
I'm gonna wash the old spirit from my soul.
Met a man by the flooded lake,
All the secrets that he told.
He knew just what it would take,
And brother I was sold.
I gave up the keys to my tortured soul.
I told him, "it don′t matter what you take,
You can have my precious home."
Who knew just what was at stake,
Thank god I live alone.
"Cut off my limbs but spare my soul."
There′s a fire in his eyes.
But I've got this can of gasoline,
And I′m dying to see if I could put him back in his place.
I'm gonna put him back in his place.
I've got a hot brick in my bed,
I′m gonna beat this cold.
I′ve got a number in my head,
Surprised I made it to be this old.
I'm gonna wash the old spirit from my soul.
Met a man by the flooded lake,
All the secrets that he told.
He knew just what it would take,
And brother I was sold.
I gave up the keys to my tortured soul.
I told him, "it don′t matter what you take,
You can have my precious home."
Who knew just what was at stake,
Thank god I live alone.
"Cut off my limbs but spare my soul."
Writer(s): Trevor Parker Menear, Griffin Edward Young, Brian Baker Stanley, Ian Andrew Ochs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com