The Devil's Work

Chased by a hail of bullets he just ran
Once the hunter now the hunted
By the ones he crossed, the hit man
Knew this was his day to be confronted

A bullet tore through his shoulder
He stumbled, almost hit the ground
Reached for his gun in the holster
But it was no where to be found

Run, run run to lose them off your track
Keep moving and never ever look back
Hide, hide, hide in the shadows of night
The devil's work is looking for you tonight

A paralyzing pain spread on to his chest
So he sat down and lit his final cigarette
And he forgot his troubles momentarily
While big kids on bikes watched him wearily

Feeling sorry for his resistance
They shouted from a distance

Run, run, run ,throw them off your track- no
Run, run, run ,throw them off your track- oh no
Hide, hide, hide in the shadows of night
Before the devil's work finds you tonight