Your "friends" get you died; make a call, drop a dime,
What ain't your day.
If you steal for greed from the secret MAF-I-A.
You stink, then you'll bleed and yelp so you know your plight, (alright)
So you're better off gone missing, than end on ice.

When Don insists you're blowing to bits,
You're marked for hit
When they get to know who is treasonous
Best have you guile and some wise, or they'll smell your lies.
(Because a kiss) a kiss will get you hit.
(And if you dis) you dis you're cut to bits,
Because a kiss will get you hit, that's the end of your life.
(Because a kiss) a kiss can mean they're pissed
(If you're kissed) You're hit, you won't exist
'Cause when they hit they rarely miss
They will turn off your lights.

Pushing daisies underlings what that kiss they did not see,
Missed the light when they dropped that dime, caused you scream mortally.
Some guys will get hit while pursuing tryin' to get what they want. (they want)
Forget, there ain't none, they'll get you; you’ll get good and gone.
You no more exist, you're blowing to bits.

Don't tell and kiss,
It's the less you know 'bout the reason-ness,
Just wear a smile and a tie, if you deal with "wise".
(They've got a list) a list of guys to hit,
(You're on that list) that list you ain't worth spit,
All costs that kiss you'll want to miss, you'll get burned and ignite.
(It is that list) you twit, you'll soon be hit,
(It was that kiss) that gets your throat so slit,
And now some fists you're gonna kiss, as they punch out your lights.

(Instrumental Break)

They'll twist and break your wrists,
Their fists will so persist,
You get them pissed you make their list; there's no rest of your life.
(Get them pissed) you're kissed and on their list
(Because that list) exist, you’ll cease, desist,
It is that list you'll want to miss; you get burned that's your plight.
It's that kiss that kiss you'll want to miss...

(Fade)