Double Cross Video (MV)

I flick the ash from my cigarette
In the corner, look past, see the silhouette
I'm feelin' it, she feelin' it
A lot of practice, sad looks killing it
She makes her way to my booth
Feigned smile, named Stacy, staged introduce
Introvert, but the words come freely
Pours out her heart, couldn't wait to meet me
Slides her money on the table
Says I got the job if I'm willing and able
Shows me a picture, who is it? he's the boss here
Next time you see 'em, put 'em in your crosshairs
I grabbed the cash and nodded
Proceed to leave, look back to see if she bought it
I'm solid, briefcase with a stone face
Up the staircase in the window sit and wait
2 A.M. the bar will close
Steady hands, eyes trained through the scope
The rain sets the mood gloomy
Tinge of excitement, feel it move through me
The door opens, heart starts racing
Boom! the shots true, it finds its mark Stacy
Middle aged woman, dead on the street
Late night meeting with her boss last week
Repeat customer, said he had another job
Double pay for the double cross
Double pay for the double cross
Double pay for the double cross