Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hitman, artist - El Creepo. Album song El Creepo, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 11.05.2017
Record label: Rotten
Song language: English
Hitman |
Hitman hit the hitman hitman |
Hitman hit hit hit the hitman |
Hitman hit the hitman hitman |
Hitman hit hit hit the hitman |
Bloated in a dead man’s clothes |
With two black eyes and a bloody nose |
They order murder like it’s dinner |
And lie you face down in the river |
Washing up on muddy shores |
Like scabs over the bleeding sores |
Sun shines on the morning after |
You make a wish face down in the pillow |
Cross-eyed and bleeding on a crucifix |
Bright lights, I’ll take you where you’ve never been |
Sky high and pissing straight into the wind |
Smile bright now, this is where the story ends |
Who’s that there bleeding on the crucifix? |
Make out a death list, you know I’d do it all for you |
Heaven’s light has long burnt out |
Now only echoes fill this town |
Blow a kiss to the moonlight |
As dirty needles pierce the night |
This is only the first chapter |
Pages torn the author rambles |
Rayon suits and black sunglasses |
Fake a smile as lips are crackin' |
Mirror mirror on the wall |
Who placed that 9−1-1 call |
When souls turn black and hearts grow cold |
My hate for you is five years old |
Hitman hit the hitman hitman |
Hitman hit hit hit the hitman |
Hitman hit the hitman hitman |
Hitman hit hit hit the hitman |
Cross-eyed and bleeding on a crucifix |
Bright lights, I’ll take you where you’ve never been |
Sky high and pissing straight into the wind |
Smile bright now, this is where the story ends |
Who’s that there bleeding on the crucifix? |
Make out a death list, you know I’d do it all for you |
Trust me, trust me, trust me |
I will fuck your wife at your funeral! |
Mirror mirror on the wall |
Who placed that 9−1-1 call |
When souls turn black and hearts grow cold |
My hate for you is five years old |
Mirror mirror on the wall |
Who placed that 9−1-1 call |
When souls turn black and hearts grow cold |
My hate for you is five years old |