Hitman Lyrics

The devil might have a hit on me.
There's a fire in his eyes.
But I've got this can of gasoline,
And I'm dying to see if I could put him back in his place.
I'm gonna put him back in his place.

I've got a hot brick in my bed,
I'm gonna beat this cold.
I've got a number in my head,
Surprised I made it to be this old.
I'm gonna wash the old spirit from my soul.

Met a man by the flooded lake,
All the secrets that he told.
He knew just what it would take,
And brother I was sold.
I gave up the keys to my tortured soul.

I told him, "it don't matter what you take,
You can have my precious home."
Who knew just what was at stake,
Thank god I live alone.
"Cut off my limbs but spare my soul."