Testo di Agent 56

A kid in the crate on the fourth of July Like a whip-lashed cat watchin flames in the sky Singin' fire fly june bug you better join my club fast 'Cause he left his past And he's up to all the same old tricks And no one knows his name is Agent 56 So never mind what your mama said Your papa come and kicked ya and you rolled out of bed Said you better get up son and get ya on the job 'Cause otherwise you won't be workin here long No we too will never be the same if it happens again No we too will never be the same Agent 56 just sittin in the kitchen Like talkin to the telephone the troubles of a hitman If only somebody would stop and just listen fast 'Cause he left his past The phone was wired, the wall was shot The shot was fired, and burst the plot The plot was left, and the left was sought The job was theft, but the thief got caught And now I'm up to all the same old tricks And no one knows my name is Agent 56