Hide under the cover of night
You've got that weight-of-the-world look underneath your eyes
Find a spot, lay low for a while
And hope that nothing-lasts-forever business still applies
Your belt-fed friend he set his sight on me
But if you let me slide on by I think you'll see this kind of
Incentivizing of psychopathy is a bit short-sighted
To say the least about it
You can't run what you can't hide
Looks like your covert operation agent just went live
Like a mine field and you keep stumbling into
This familiar situation that we've found again
Your belt-fed friend he set his sight on me
But if you let me slide on by I think you'll see this kind of
Incentivizing of psychopathy is a bit short-sighted
To say the least about it