"Killing Machine" lyrics

"Killing Machine"
(originally by Judas Priest)

I never give true answers, I never tell no lies
I never walk a straight line, so never get surprised
I don't ask no favors, so don't get abused
I learned to win when I was young
So I'm never ever going to lose

They pay me the money and I do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you

I never ask no questions, I never speak my mind
I always found that silence helps to keep me and my kind alive
I take care of business, it takes care of me
I look after myself and do it well
Because somebody's always looking for me

They pay me the money and I do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you

What manner of man am I?
A gun, lump sum and then I move on
What manner of man are you?
Stab a friend's back to jump a queue
I do what I do because I can't do nothing better
You do what you do, just defending yourself
Because you got nothing better to do

I got no face, no name, I'm just a killing machine
I cut the population down, if you know what I mean
I never stop in one place, I move about the cities
Got expensive tastes, but I hasten to add that
I'm the best that there is

They pay me the money and I do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you

I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you


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