Dale Chase - The Turks lyrics

[Dale Chase] Dirty work done without gettin your mitts dirty Operate covert to avert controversy Or, tear your sector down, snatchin your people up Singin a sad song when Tseng and the Turks creep up Hit squad for hire, specialists in ruthless Odd jobs for Shinra, on retainer with Rufus You seein those dark suits, it's no use If, told to, the light they will show you Reno, red dragon, electro-mag Pyramid scheme, bringin down your Avalanche Your whole zone a victim of circumstance When, it's time your clan won't stand a chance In a tag you got Rude; the nice with the hands dude The toe to toe box you up like fast food Trust me, don't be faulty with the baldy Compulsively clad in dark specs to part necks And then ya, got Elena Bombshell frag hag, darling of detonators The blonde nitro, pyro light show Strictly biz rookie dynamo Loyal to financial backers The cunning, fearsome, murderous godwackers With the thought don't even flirt Weave what you will, but never tangle with the Turks