Five A.M. revolver
Five A.M. in [?]
Anytime you need it
Call me and I'll take over
Five A.M. and warmer
Five A.M. revolver
Anytime you need it
Call me and I'll take over
The son of a tailor silently slain
Don't inform the public
They might start to sober
Then all your schemes and perils
Will all then be over
You can not afford to
Let your arms erase
All your crimes poisons, float out again
Place yourself on me, Chief
Your wounded might save
The son of a tailor silently slain
You cant really see me
I can glide all over
When I spend these billions
Your life will soon be over
Shoot the helicopters
Full of body armor
All your crimes poisons, float out again
Place yourself on me, Chief
Your wounded might save
The son of a tailor silently slain, slain
Die, da, da, die, die
Die, da, da, die, die
Die, da, da, die, die
Die, da, die
Five A.M; revolver
Five A.M. in [?]
Anytime you need it
Call me and I'll take over
Five A.M. and warmer
Five A.M. revolver
Anytime you need it
Call me and I'll take over