Songtext von The Hijack

Filled with smoke, a room without doors Turned the lights low, fit for motherfuckers and whores He says I gotta little job in mind for you son This ain't a joke You move or you're dead So put all your hands Up to your motherfuckin' heads And scream This is a hijack Scream This is the hijack Says he dictates the breaks With a red right hand full of paper mistakes He says Don't even think about tryin' to escape So he told the band to play And took up a seat in front of the stage All the dancing girls stopped And stared 'what's he carrying under there?' He orders a whiskey, lights a cigar Wipes the thick red blood from his hands like a bath Until the doorman calls him sir when he walks out the room The whole place calls him sir, when he walks out the room