Eternal Tears Of Sorrow

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