hitman

Walking down the street to the 7-11

I never trust the dog chained up outside unit seven

I’m drowning out the noise with my favorite song

But today feels like it’s all going wrong

I got a letter in the mail, I owe the government money

I got a psycho tryna sue me 'cause I cut off my honey

Got like a million effing problems and a dick is one

Because of course it is

Might be all of them

I feel the quarters in my pocket I feel powerful

Yeah, I’m headed to the payphone down at Kingsgate mall

Well maybe everybody wants to hire a hitman

And everybody thinks that they’re the shit man

And everybody swears they’re not the villain

But everybody wants to hire a hitman

(But everybody wants to hire a hitman)

And now I’m staring down creeps in the parking lot

I’m crushin' brown bags and taking shots

Sometimes I just can’t help but be a ticking bomb

It’s like this whole dumb town is speaking in tongues

Between the gross DMs and the sociopaths

All the bad dates fake friends and late-night attacks

The emotional repression of like everyone

Trying to do life raw man is fucking dumb

I feel the quarters in my pocket I feel powerful

Yeah, I’m headed to the payphone down at Kingsgate mall

Well maybe everybody wants to hire a hitman

And everybody thinks that they’re the shit man

And everybody swears they’re not the villain

But everybody wants to hire a hitman

(But everybody wants to hire a hitman)

You got bad, bad, bad, bad, bad brains

You got bad, bad, bad, bad, bad brains

You got bad, bad, bad, bad, bad brains

And the karma’s gonna come along and get you again