Double Cross Lyrics

I flick the ash from my cigarette

In the corner, look past, see the silhouette

I'm feelin' it, she feelin' it

A lot of practice, sad looks killing it

She makes her way to my booth

Feigned smile, named Stacy, staged introduce

Introvert, but the words come freely

Pours out her heart, couldn't wait to meet me

Slides her money on the table

Says I got the job if I'm willing and able

Shows me a picture, who is it? he's the boss here

Next time you see 'em, put 'em in your crosshairs

I grabbed the cash and nodded

Proceed to leave, look back to see if she bought it

I'm solid, briefcase with a stone face

Up the staircase in the window sit and wait

2 A.M. the bar will close

Steady hands, eyes trained through the scope

The rain sets the mood gloomy

Tinge of excitement, feel it move through me

The door opens, heart starts racing

Boom! the shots true, it finds its mark Stacy

Middle aged woman, dead on the street

Late night meeting with her boss last week

Repeat customer, said he had another job

Double pay for the double cross

Double pay for the double cross

Double pay for the double cross