It was 5 in the morning, I heard a knock on my door
I woke up dizzy, almost rolled on the floor
I opened the door, saw that pretty girl
She said “please listen to me, I got a job for you, Sir”
She told me about her man and a prettybird
The places where they met, the things been stolen from her
She looked at me, with anger in her green eyes
She said “whatever the price I’ll pay, you know
They gotta get murdered
They gotta get murdered
They gotta get murdered”
Won’t you call my name ?
Enjoying a whiskey in the bar that I know
The music was fine and the light was low
Then rolled in a hobo, troubles on the way
A kind of situation I’ve known too well
He approached me, talking with a gritty voice
About a guy, his brother and all the money he got
He said “this bastard keeps ignoring me when I’m in needs
I want him to die, and everything he has…
He gotta get murdered
He gotta get murdered
He gotta get murdered”
Won’t you call my name ?
Alone in the park, sit on a rusty bench
I’m thinking of everything I have done
No one seems to care about me
Oh God won’t you help me
Please !!
I walk down the streets, I hear the children play
The old lady selling newspapers everyday
Shall I read in it that there’s something about me ?
Late in the day, on the muddy banks
The lake looks still under the setting sun
I think of a change but I sure gotta know
There will always be something wrong on the road
Last night I gotta a letter from a brave young man
Desperate and lost
He said “won’t you mister, read my words ?”
I said…
He wrote about his uncle, jealousy and greed
And about his dad and how he got killed
“I want the man who took my father’s life
I want him dead” he said and now I realize
I gotta get murdered
I gotta get murdered
I gotta get murdered
Don’t you call my name ?
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