From the recording Subourban Road

Written by G.S. Pultz (pultzsongs, BMI)
Produced by SideStreet and Doug Kwartler

Lyrics

Keeping your thoughts above the fray.
Untroubled by the day by day.
The sky's the limit.
You know no limits - no limit on a messenger of fate.

Promotion, devotion, commotion and emotion.
Intention, extension, contention then suspension.
Silently speak you mind.
No clues are left behind for them to find.

Turn out the lights, assassin for hire.
You're out of sight, assassin for hire.
You've got it right, assassin for hire.

Living on the edge so real.
Nobody would think that you can feel.
Don't wait to do it, what sees you through it?
Trigger finger - no chance for an appeal.

Confident, innocent, entitlement, establishment...
Conspiracy and tyranny, anxiety, insanity...
In darkness you're all eyes.
Single purpose - no compromise.

You've got it right, assassin for hire.
Turn out the lights, assassin for hire.
it's black or white, assassin for hire.

Courageous, contagious, audacious and outrageous...
Submittal (a riddle); a capital acquittal...
A contract and a loaded gun.
You're gone before they know you're done.

You've got it right, assassin for hire.
Turn out the lights, assassin for hire.
You're out of sight, assassin for hire.
it's black or white, assassin for hire.