Gun For Hire

Burn our candle off in the end
Strapped to a cannonball, bread[?] is shrinking
Gun for hire, never get a rest
Men you kill you cannot kill again

Here's what I get for love
Love of money
Here's what I get for love
Love of God

Here's my will, my test, my heart and lungs
Hear me say a prayer, your bell is rung

Well if the good die young, be proud
You'll join them, tonight
Said if the good die young, be proud
You'll join them, tonight

The good die young
You'll join them tonight
You'll join them tonight

Gun for hire, never get a break
(You could kill these dreams that keep you awake)

Gun for hire, never get a rest
(Men you kill you cannot kill again)

Gun for hire, never get a break
(You could kill these dreams that keep you awake)