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