Damage Inc. Aug. 6th, 2006

So there is a place I used to work for, a place where people hired hitmen.
I would go out on jobs and kill people, not because I wanted too.
Just because I got paid for it, and sure you squint at me with mean eyes.
I don't care it was a living, and everybody pays bills, taxes, and the reaper.
Don't you worry though, I have been out of the business for three years.
Now, I am a recovering hitman, but don't be mistaken, when you see me.
If it is in a back alley, or a club, or on the road, don't be mistaken!
I will rub you out like mispelled word written in lead, call me an eraser.
Damage inc. was the company, maybe you heard of it.
They went out of business when the government took over the jobs.
Now if you want someone dead, just call your local congressman.
Or go straight to the top, and ask Georgie boy yourself.
He will do it, although his fees are quite excessive, considering the work.
But I digress, I miss the business, but I still have my guns,
Do you want to see?  Come on, I will show you.  In my presence......
You shall have no fear, in my presence......you shall not even fear Death.
Don't worry pretty lady, just hold my arm like they do in the movies.
Don't let go, we will walk with our heads held high, looking down on those
Those people who think they are better than us, because of designer tags.
Those people who see you coming and cross the street to avoid the eyes.
Those people who would rather ignore your existence,
Than talk about the weather, those people, those people, those people....
Those people used to be how I paid my bills....