by Nick Gisburne
You need another body? Talk to me.
I’ll get you what you want. We’ll do a deal,
Whatever face you fancy, for a fee.
There’s not a sack of skin I cannot steal.
You’re ugly. Let me tell you, so was I.
You think I got these classy lines with luck?
If someone smarter, stronger, has to die,
I file it under ‘do not give a fuck’.
Already I can see you’re good to go.
I like a man with hunger in his eyes.
Your cash is all I need to start the show.
When Denny makes a promise, he supplies.
Tomorrow you’ll be wearing someone new.
It’s murder. Trust me. This is what I do.
