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armand schaubroeck steals - the independent hitter lyrics

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i’m not in the f+ckin’ mafia, i’m an independent
i’m an independent f+ckin’ freelancin’ cat
no glory in being all alone
but guess what i f+ckin’ do and i do it well
do it well, you f+ckin’ see me
you’re f+ckin’ dead, your f+ckin’ daddy may as well bury you now

(hi, hi+ho) hi+ho, hi+ho
a ton of work to go
envelope full of money sitting in my pocket
.38’s lubricated, man, someone will buy it

(hi+ho, independent hitter) hi+ho, hi+ho
a ton of work to go
(hi+ho, independent hitter) hi+ho, hi+ho

(hi, hi+ho) yes?
(hi, hi+ho) i’m real good at what i do
(hi, hi+ho) don’t belong to the mob, oh no
(hi, hi+ho) i’m real good, you know

you see me? you see me?
then it’s too f+ckin’ too late
’cause you’re already f+cking dead

(hi, hi+ho) i’m an independent freelancin’ hitter
real good at what i do
you see me? you positive you see me?
then it’s too f+ckin’ late
too late, too late
you’re already dead

(hi+ho, independent hitter) i’m independent
(hi+ho, independent hitter) i’m good at what i do
i’m an independent hitter
(hi, hi+ho) new family, play your games
(hi, hi+ho) try to scare to each other
(hi, hi+ho) you find a little this then you buy me a little of that
(hi, hi+ho) then you come down to real life facts

hand me a f+ckin’ envelope full of f+ckin’ money and then i…
you see me? you’re positive you see me?

well, it’s too late because i’m no, no
too late for a wheel
too late for a [?]
too late to ride a wheel
too late for anything except the
baby flowers

(hi+ho, independent hitter) independent, i’m good at what i do
(hi+ho, independent hitter) hi+ho, hi+ho
i’ve tons of work to go
(hi+ho, independent hitter) hi+ho, hi+ho
tons of f+ckin’ work to go
(hi, hi+ho) just lubricated a plain .38
(hi, hi+ho) no fancy f+ggot gun for me, man
(hi, hi+ho) no silencer
when i’m in a garden or a f+ckin’ italian restaurant
when you’re eating dinner
and i want the noise to be heard
i want your arm in the [?] table

(hi, hi+ho) hi+ho, hi+ho
i’m a professional
i don’t ever f+ckin’ run from a place
i f+ckin’ walk
walk very slow
no one follows me that way

i’m a professional independent
the fbi would know about me
they keep endless files
they f+ckin’ love me
best file keepers in the whole wide
fbi, my hands off to you
excellent secretaries, yes they are

hi+ho, hi+ho
you see me? you’re positive? you’re positive
it’s too late, mother
you’re f+ckin’ dead
hi+ho, hi+ho
too late for [?]
too late to ride the wheel
you’re f+ckin’ dead
you’re f+ckin’ dead, motherf+cker
you’re f+ckin’ dead
just already my third bullet
don’t even have a head to hit

hi+ho, hi+ho
a ton of work to go
two feet away, well, it’s awful hard to miss

i’m a professional
i’m just right
all the gangs will love me
and never ask where i come from
and never ask what i done
and never ask any f+ckin’ thing, anything

and there’s a second rule
there’s one number two in my book
you never lie to your lawyer
and you never lie to your f+ckin’ wife

hi+ho, hi+ho
a ton of work to go
hi+ho, hi+ho
a ton of work [?]

an envelope full of money
somebody has been bought
you look in [plush line blue ?]

hi+ho, hi+ho
a ton of work to go
hi+ho, hi+ho
a ton of work to go

nothing personal, just another shot
oh, i remember one time i was off a funny spot
i went into the deli
i went for a 6+pack
and there was mr., uh, selaginio there
and, uh, he just dived right into the peas and, uh, the carrots
and, uh, and i said, i+i’m not here, i’m off+duty
i’m here to buy a 6+pack

hi+ho, hi+ho
a ton of work to go
hi+ho, hi+ho
hi+ho
hi+ho, motherf+cker
hi+ho, hi+ho silver
hi+ho, hi+ho
a ton of work to go
i’m a professional freelancin’ hitter
no f+ckin’ glory, i’ve got to work alone
loved by the morning paper
love to see the description
i want to see me tall
i want to see me short
i want to see me white
i want to see me black
i want to see me which way
hi+ho, hi+ho



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