The Triangle

We met two men from other sides,

On a walk down by the river side

Trigger finger itching to see some action,

He would tell me

What I'd need to know

On a mission sent by the high command,

Proceed with caution this man's dangerous

Double agent works for the other side,

Get what you can then terminate his life

Reached for his lugger

But I drew mine first

You're a better man

Than I were his last words

You're a better man

Than I were his last words

You're a better man

Than I were his last words

Was I really?

I thought about it on my way home,

Dingy room in a rundown hotel

Thought about who I really was,

Where I am from, where I＇m heading to

It never really bothered me this way,

I guess I got the secret agent blues

All this killing's really got me down,

I got the secret agent blues

I give in just can't stand it no more,

I resign

Here's my badge and gun

But you can't quit like that with us,

You're a traitor and must be disposed of

They've reached for their weapons

But I drew mine first

Others will come for you were their last words

Others will come for you were their last words

Others will come for you were their last words

I will be waiting

I'm hit up once or twice a week,

Always different places and faces

Getting so tired I can't even sleep,

Will they ever come for me again

So tired of all this running around,

Getting edgy playing hide and seek

Can't take it got to get away

But there's no way out but death