Lyrics

With a cheap export dangling straight from her lips And you know she's dressed in black And of course she's made of money She wants me to find her husband Who's maybe dead Two thousand dollars later I'm out on the street Looking for clues I stop in a bar, to think with a drink If I was a dead man, where would I be? When it hits me like a cast iron pan She's setting me up to be her hitman (be her hitman) Fuck it, I live in a dump Killing someone ain't much of a jump A pricey tip says he's having a tryst In a corrugated shack off Townsend and Fifth I go down there, find him in the sack With a Filipino girl lying dеad on her back (Lying dead, dead on hеr back) (Lying dead, dead on her back) I chase him, I chase him From shack to shack But he eludes me when I'm stopped in my tracks By a headless chicken that looks like a rat I have to have a cigarette and think about that When the day finally turns to black I head back to my place with the bottle in a brown sack What do you think I find in my bed? The man is dead eyes rolled back in his head (Eyes rolled, rolled back) (Eyes rolled, rolled back) (Eyes rolled, rolled back) Even though I never had no clues And you know I never had no clues Never, never had no clues Back to my office looking to split Ripped by the cabbie but I know he'll get it in the end Up to the elevator and through the door And there she is with her cheap export And a cold gray gun Pointed straight at me "Bang, bang" goes the gun I go down the song is over And you know I never had a clue And you know I never had a clue And you know I never had a clue And you know I never had no clue (Never had no clue)