We don't even know it.
Yeah.
Oh.
Yeah.
Please spare me.
Please spare me.
Please spare me.
Spare me.
Man to man, Lord.
It's so unjust.
But I don't know.
Guess I'm going to trust.
Before a man hit me, by beating him first,
or as a rascal to worship the ghost that does.
I'm a man.
Lord, I'm a hit man.
No.
I'm a hit man.
Lord, I'm a hit man.
Lord, I'm a hit man.