Hitman Lyrics - Singles - Agent 51

Hitman, hitman, where ya been? 

Gotta magical mystery plan? 

You're goin' round town breaking all the rules 

But you're the king of fools 

I'll just point and shoot 

And no one will see me now 

I'll just point and shoot 

'Cause I work for the system now 

Hitman, hitman, draw the line 

I see you're out of time 

Assassination done 

The system's got him under control 

The Divided States of America 

Is a playground for kingpins and hypocrites 

In a country woven from outdated cloth 

And the fabric won't take much more of this 

We feed the world while our children starve 

And our soldiers forced to carry empty guns 

We preach about life and liberty 

While our mothers kill their unwanted sons. 

You draw your battle lines 

You see you're outta time 

It's just another excuse 

For what you people might call war 

You think you're tolerant 

You prove your ignorance 

The United States of America ain't united anymore!