I wish I could wine and dine you
Like an expert connoisseur.
I wish I gave to charity
Or knew jack about Darfur.
I wish I was a painter
I could impress you with my art
I've only one skill that tends to thrill
I hope it wins your heart.
I could kill anyone for you
Anyone you point me to is through
I'm a hitman for your heart,
An assassin for your passion.
The teacher who wanted to hold you back is getting whacked.
The girl that beat you for homecoming queen won't have a chance to scream.
Oh, no. I'm a pro.
And if you want to come with me, we can hide the bodies together.
That would be very romantic.
I could kill anyone for you
With a handkerchief, a forklift or a spoon.
And at dinner don't be surprised
If I have to ask for a clean steak knife.
'Cuz you ordered your dinner medium rare,
But the waiter didn't seem to care.
A blink of an eye is all it takes,
And a waiter becomes a medium rare man steak.
What a great first date.
I like to hunt for my mate.
Where are you going? What'd I do?
This waiter serves two.
You can have a shoulder cut baby,
You can have a rib if you want.
I'm a considerate kind of cannibal,
And I'll eat all the love you got.
credits
from American Chipfunk,
track released June 6, 2010
Music and Lyrics by Rhune Kincaid