Filled with smoke, a room without doors
Turned the lights low, fit for motherf*ckers and whores
He says
I gotta little job in mind for you son
This ain't a joke
You move or you're dead
So put all your hands
Up to your motherf*ckin' heads
And scream
This is a hijack
Scream
This is the hijack
Says he dictates the breaks
With a red right hand full of paper mistakes
He says
Don't even think about tryin' to escape
So he told the band to play
And took up a seat in front of the stage
All the dancing girls stopped
And stared
'what's he carrying under there?'
He orders a whiskey, lights a cigar
Wipes the thick red blood from his hands like a bath
Until the doorman calls him sir when he walks out the room
The whole place calls him sir, when he walks out the room
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Filled with smoke, a room without doors
Turned the lights low, fit for motherf*ckers and whores
He says
I gotta little job in mind for you son
This ain't a joke
You move or you're dead
So put all your hands
Up to your motherf*ckin' heads
And scream
This is a hijack
Scream
This is the hijack
Says he dictates the breaks
With a red right hand full of paper mistakes
He says
Don't even think about tryin' to escape
So he told the band to play
And took up a seat in front of the stage
All the dancing girls stopped
And stared
'what's he carrying under there?'
He orders a whiskey, lights a cigar
Wipes the thick red blood from his hands like a bath
Until the doorman calls him sir when he walks out the room
The whole place calls him sir, when he walks out the room
Turned the lights low, fit for motherf*ckers and whores
He says
I gotta little job in mind for you son
This ain't a joke
You move or you're dead
So put all your hands
Up to your motherf*ckin' heads
And scream
This is a hijack
Scream
This is the hijack
Says he dictates the breaks
With a red right hand full of paper mistakes
He says
Don't even think about tryin' to escape
So he told the band to play
And took up a seat in front of the stage
All the dancing girls stopped
And stared
'what's he carrying under there?'
He orders a whiskey, lights a cigar
Wipes the thick red blood from his hands like a bath
Until the doorman calls him sir when he walks out the room
The whole place calls him sir, when he walks out the room