Lyrics:

He's got the power - he's like a godBut he's a devil of flesh and bloodA '45 is his religion - code of silence his beliefIt's a kiss of deathA '45 is his religion - code of silence his beliefYou can find them in the gutterYou will find'em in your churchThey always know each otherThey call it familyYou may end up six-feet-underAnywhere and anytimeIt's a one-way-street with a thousand lanesAnd a million ways to dieA Thompson sub-machine gun made my daySick, dirty and meanYou can hide but you can't runSick, dirty and meanHeadhunters cut you downA godfather's kiss - an icepick in your eyeSick, dirty and meanIt's like a killing machineCan you hear your mother cryingCan you see your father dieCan you walk away from childrenDying facedown in the dirtBut if you break a code of silenceYou gotta do it all awayIf you don't stop the violenceThe mob is here to stayA pair of concrete slippers -they're all vultures all over your backChorusThey will terminate your contract - they will finalize the dealSick, dirty and meanIt's a killing machineA '45 is his religion - code of silence his beliefIt's a double barreled shotgun with an Ouzi on the sideChorusIf you wanna be a songbird - there's an axe to clip your wingsSick, dirty and meanIt's a killing machineSick, dirty and meanSick, dirty and meanSick, dirty and meanSick, dirty and mean
Eternal Tears Of Sorrow Sick, Dirty And Mean