If you check before the lift off
There's a chance that you might get fried
And the lipstick little soldier
Is it gun for hire
You're the hero from the bathroom
When the frame got a building hire
It's a strange forgotten song
Gun for hire
You mean nothing to me
It's best to keep your distance
You get nothing for free
It's all you'll ever be
So don't keep asking questions
I've got a knife to your throat
On a lonesome frozen alley
Lives a man with something to hide
When the cardboard's getting soaked
Light a fire
Then the yes man gave a sally
With a gun and a pair of pliers
It's a strange forgotten song
Gun for hire
You mean nothing to me
It's best to keep your distance
You get nothing for free
It's all you'll ever be
I can't keep asking questions
You've got a knife to my throat
If you check before the lift off
There's a chance that you might get fried
And the lipstick little soldier
Gun for hire
You mean nothing to me
It's best to keep your distance
You get nothing for free
It's all you'll ever be
So sick of useless questions
I've got a knife to your throat
