Lyrics
Leave a message I'm not home
I just need some time to blow my mind
Living with this heart of stone
Weighs me down
Hollow and torn
Red lights turn out the blue
A dime a dance
I pay their booze
Living in limbo
Dear lord
When will those faces fade away?
Welcome ma'am
I'm the hitman
Welcome ma'am
I'm the hitman
No regrets I've paid my dues
Death is my trade
I've got nothing to loose
Shallow graves in many places
No questions asked
I leave no traces
Welcome ma'am
I'm the hitman
Welcome ma'am
I'm the hitman
Slip through your back door
Caper movies never tell the truth
There's no clean hits
Cheap Italian shoes
Welcome ma'am
I'm the hitman
Welcome ma'am
I'm the hitman
Welcome ma'am
I'm the hitman
You don't hear me coming, hear me calling
Slip through your back door
Sascha Carl
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