He's got the power - he's like a god

But he's a devil of flesh and blood

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

It's a 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 a code of silence

You gotta do it all away

If you don't stop the violence

The mob is here to stay



A pair of concrete slippers -

They'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 nun

Sick, dirty and mean

Head-hunters 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