Assassin's Fate
(L: Schell/Cimetta; M: Cimetta)

Notes:
J had always wanted a song titled "Assassin's Fate," so I obliged him. I wrote everything save for the final three lines; what's ironic is that I like those lines better than anything else in the song. The perspective switch from third person to first really brings you face-to-face with the assassin as he prepares to meet his "fate."

Suicidal right at birth
Bred to kill all rich man's worth
His love for blood the driving force
With gun in hand to chart the course
If money's an issue he will talk
Less than fifty grand and he will walk
Sign him quick the job gets done
A contract for death rapidly comes.

Why must he go on this way
A robot who kills its own way.

He works for cash the hired one
Assassin's fate in the name of his gun.

Off a cliff bodies get tossed
Desecration where souls are lost
The time is ticking the clock strikes ten
What goes around—comes around—becomes his end
Six feet under buried on the spot
A one-ton brick on the head of his plot
The name of this play was tragedy
Assassin's fate is his legacy.

Why must he go on this way
A robot who kills every day.

I lived so enraged with need
Once was never just enough for greed
Now I am the only one who's left for me...