The Assassin Paroles

Nonchalantly at the door
But now I ain't got the stomach
For killing any more

Made me lots of money
Was the best at my job
Never had to nine to five
Or cheat or steal or rob

Just load up my gun
And leave them on the floor
But now I've lost my taste
For killing any more

Something must be done
But it's all that I can do
What good is an assassin
Who just can't follow through

She took me in her arms Taught me how to shoot so straight
Without a moments skill
She was the most beautiful thing
That I have ever killed