Agent 56
(Indisponível)
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
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