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 A Gutter

You Will Find 'em In Your Church

They Always Knows 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 Anyway

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 Barreled 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