Tekster: Judas Priest. Hell Bent For Leather. Killing Machine.

I never give no answers, I never tell no lies
I never walk a straight line, so I never get surprised
I don't ask no favours, so do never abuse
I learned to win when I was young
So I'm never ever gonna lose

They pay me the money and I'll do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract, on you

I never ask no questions, I never speak my mind
I always found that silence helps to keep me and my kind alive
I take care of business, it takes care of me
I look after myself and do it well
'Cause somebody's always lookin' for me

They pay me the money and I'll do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you

What manner of man am I?
A gun, lump sum and then I move on
What manner of man are you?
Stab a friend's back to jump a queue

I do what I do 'cos I can't do nothin' better
You do what you do just defendin' yourself
'Cos you got nothin' better to do

I got no place no name, I'm just a killin' machine
I kept the population down, if you know what I mean
I never stop in one place, I move about the cities
Got expensive taste, but I hasten to add that
I'm the best that there is

They pay me the money and I'll do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you