He's got the power - he's like a god
But he's a devil of flesh and blood
'45 is his religion
Code of silence his belief
It's a kiss of death
'45 is his religion
Code of silence his belief

You can find them in the gutter
You will find'em in your church
They always know each other
They call it family

You may end up six-feet-under
Anywhere and anytime
It's a one-way-street
With a thousand lanes
And a million ways to die

Thompson sub-machine gun made my day

Sick, dirty and mean
You can hide but you [bad word] 
Sick, dirty and mean
Headhunters cut you down

godfather's kiss
An icepick in your eye
Sick, dirty and mean
It's like a killing machine

Can you hear your mother crying
Can you see your father die
Can you walk away from children
Dying facedown in the dirt

But if you break a code of silence
You gotta do it all away
If you don't stop the violence
The mob is here to stay

pair of concrete slippers -
they're all vultures all over your back

 [bad word] 

They will terminate your contract
They will finalize the deal
Sick, dirty and mean
It's a killing machine

'45 is his religion
Code of silence his belief

It's a double barreled shotgun
With an Ouzi on the side

 [bad word] 

If you wanna be a songbird
There's an axe to clip your wings

Sick, dirty and mean
It's a killing machine

Sick, dirty and mean
Sick, dirty and mean
Sick, dirty and mean
Sick, dirty and mean