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