An Honest Days Labor

I live for violence If it was legal to kill it would be on my license Blood money can pay bills as well as any other gold With me in town no one are sure to grow old Stone cold natural born killer No one could have foreseen this for the son of a miller And yet here I am to take away your life I draw with bloodlines, I kill both husband and wife I live for violence If it was legal to kill it would be on my license Blood money can pay bills as well as any other gold With me in town no one are sure to grow old After an honest days labor I return home with nothing on my consciousness I’m not an evil man, no, I’ve merely have found my call I do what I do best and we all know that in the end No one are innocent No in the end, no one are innocent I live for violence If it was legal to kill it would be on my license Blood money can pay bills as well as any other gold With me in town no one are sure to grow old I live for violence If it was legal to kill it would be on my license Blood money can pay bills as well as any other gold With me in town no one are sure to grow old I live for violence