| You won't believe what I'm after, | |
| I play this game for keeps. | |
| Lot's of blood, and disaster, | |
| I'll drop you down on your knees. | |
| I (?) so called religion, | |
| The right to do as you please. | |
| If they should hold me for ransom, | |
| Honey, destroy my tapes as you leave. | |
| I've got a license to murder, | |
| will die. | |
| work for United Countries, | |
| don't even ask me why. | |
| regrets baby, | |
| You see me on the T.V. | |
| The politicians I protect, | |
| Are filled with hate and disease. | |
| We're fighting in the streets, | |
| So you can feel at ease. | |
| We're fighting for our lives, | |
| In order to survive. | |
| I'm in the C.I.A.! | |
| around like a stallion, | |
| think I'm too cool. | |
| lot's of money and action, | |
| I don't get fooled. | |
| mistakes | |
| my magnum | |
| die | |
| worry at all | |
| and I'll blow your face |