He's got the power - he's like a god   But he's the devil of flesh and blood   A '45 is his religion - code of silence his belief   It's the kiss of death   A '45 is his religion - code of silence his belief      You can find them in a gutter   You will find 'em in your church   They always knows each other   They call it family      You may end up six-feet-under   Anywhere and anytime   It's a one-way-street with a thousand lanes   And a million ways to die      A Thompson sub-machine gun made my day      Sick, dirty and mean   You can hide but you can't run   Sick, dirty and mean   Headhunters cut you down      A godfather's kiss - an icepick in your eye   Sick, dirty and mean   It's like a killing machine      Can you hear your mother crying   Can you see your father die   Can you walk away from children   Dying facedown in the dirt      But if you break the code of silence   You gotta do it anyway   If we don't stop the violence   The mob is here to stay      A pair of concrete slippers   - there're all vultures all over your back   Sick, dirty and mean   You can hide but you can't run   Sick, dirty and mean   Headhunters cut you down      They will terminate your contract   - they will finalize the deal   Sick, dirty and mean   It's a killing machine      A '45 is his religion - code of silence his belief   It's a double barreled shotgun with an Ouzi on the side      Sick, dirty and mean   You can hide but you can't run   Sick, dirty and mean   Headhunters cut you down   If you wanna be a songbird -   there's an axe to clip your wings   Sick, dirty and mean   It's a killing machine      Sick, dirty and mean   Sick, dirty and mean   Sick, dirty and mean   Sick, dirty and mean