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Just a Job is another chapter in our noir-inspired series or metal songs that have already been featured in dozens of independent playlists and online radio stations. As with the previous titles, Just a Job presents a first-person narrative, telling the story of a top-tier assassin for hire. The song offers precise guitar work and evocative melodies, combined with poignant vocal performance to reflect the inner state of a professional who have learned to come to terms with doing the dirty work.
lyrics
[1]
Gloves fit tight on my hands,
A clear mind, a cool head.
A drop of booze won't hurt.
[ch]
Don't say a word
Don't move a muscle
It's just a job
Like any other
Almost a crime
It's deadline!
[2]
Have to soil my hands so I
Can survive this world built by
Your clean hands and pleasant smiles.
I'll take your cash, won't shake hands;
Mine are dirtier than yours,
But yours is the kind of clean
That's not easy to wash off.
You're really all the same,
A client or a boss.
And i am not your friend.
[ch]
Don't say a word
Don't move a muscle
It's just a job
Like any other
Almost a crime
It's deadline!
[**]
All around
I'm what you call
An ordinary man.
Nice front lawn,
Pretty wife,
A daughter growing up:
An American dream I don't want
Ever to awaken from.
No mistakes, regrets, or second thoughts;
After all, I know my job.
[ch]
Don't say a word
Don't move a muscle
It's just a job
Like any other
Almost a crime
It's deadline! (2X)
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