Lyrics:

to keep the fire burnin' you must feed the flame

and this flame is burnin' fast

the drug lords are yearnin' for you give them your name

first, middle initial, last

'my job sucks' you say it's like doin' time

'i feel like such a jerk'

but 500 bucks a day are better than nine

dollars for two hours work



so get out your pen and paper, better start taking notes

get a lecture from the devil, he's about to take your coat

and when the class is over, if you pass you get your gun

nothing's ever sacred here in murder 101



a cold blooded kill is my final exam

if he's dead i pass

my bones start to chill and my nerves start to jam

i pump three more slugs in his chest

wake me up tomorrow and i'll show you no remorse

to prove that i'm a man

the absentee was sorrow who is sure to flunk the course

who witnessed the violence and ran