Sick, Dirty And Mean - Eternal Tears Of Sorrow

He’s got the power — he’s like a god

But he’s the devil of flesh and blood

A '45 is his religion — code of silence his belief

It’s the kiss of death

A '45 is his religion — code of silence his belief

You can find them in the gutter

You will find 'em in your church

They always know each other

They call it family

You may end up six-feet-under

Anywhere and anytime

It’s a one-way-street with a thousand lanes

And a million ways to die

A Thompson sub-machine gun made my day

Sick, dirty and mean

You can hide but you can’t run

Sick, dirty and mean

Headhunters cut you down

A godfather’s kiss — an icepick in your eye

Sick, dirty and mean

It’s like a killing machine

Can you hear your mother crying

Can you see your father die

Can you walk away from children

Dying facedown in the dirt

But if you break the code of silence

You gotta do it all away

If we don’t stop the violence

The mob is here to stay

A pair of concrete slippers

— there're all vultures all over your back

Sick, dirty and mean

You can hide but you can’t run

Sick, dirty and mean

Headhunters cut you down

They will terminate your contract

— they will finalize the deal

Sick, dirty and mean

It’s a killing machine

A '45 is his religion — code of silence his belief

It’s a double barrelled shotgun with an Ouzi

on the side

Sick, dirty and mean

You can hide but you can’t run

Sick, dirty and mean

Headhunters cut you down

If you wanna be a songbird —

there’s an axe to clip your wings

Sick, dirty and mean

It’s a killing machine

Sick, dirty and mean

Sick, dirty and mean

Sick, dirty and mean

Sick, dirty and mean