Lyrics - (We Workers Do Not Understand) Modern Art
A double secret agent And he was paid to kill With cold steel magnum force is how the man possessed the skill He shot a man in Paris He did a job in L.A. And if the price was right, he'd surely Take your life away
Wanted, dead or alive, blood for money, money Assault, homicide, blood for money, money, money, money Wanted
He drove a Maserati, lived up in the hills A cat with nine lives that's gone Too far to feel the chill He never though it'd happen It was his last mistake 'Cause he was gunned down by a heartless woman's 38.
