One last job,
and you came to him, and he had a job for you to do.
And he gave you the gun and the bullets,
he gave you the gun and the bullets,
and you paid him,
and he shot your wife dead,
and you went for a beer with him,
then afterwards outside he put some bullets in your head,
he put some bullets in your head,
and he took your keys and took all that you had got,
and he went and lived life in the sun,
with all the death and the blood forgot,
and he carried on,
and he carried on as if nothing had happened,
and what great mental strength that must take,
and what great fortitude of mind,
and what a cold cold heart,
to carry on without worrying at all about the blood spilled,
and the bodies that had piled up,
and as you enjoy yourself,
and you sit happily in the sun,
glad to be miraculously alive,
what easy work you think,
what easy work you think,
bullets, guns and killing for fun,
bullets, guns and killing for fun,
a cold, cold heart,
retired in the sun.
