Dark and cold, Fear fills the air,
Down here by the dockside in the evening.
Got what you want, Ready for the deal.
Collection of dollar notes
In the suitcase.
We're not gonna die,
You can't trust me,
I'm so full of lies,
Under cover, Trained by CIA.
Wrong side of the tracks now I'm a defect.
Making big bucks In the underworld,
A life that ain't bad,
A life that ain't perfect.
We're not gonna die,
You can't trust me,
I'm so full of lies.
3 man down now,
bullet to the arm,
Nothing ever goes as expected.
Sometimes you win and sometimes you gotta loose.
It's all in the game that's why I'm respected.