Well there's a man across the river in a midtown bar
And he says he's got a job for me
He says he'll give me the cash up front
He says "I know it ain't pretty
But the money's on the table
If it ain't you it's someone else"
I said "What makes you think this is something I'd want?"
He says "'cause you're a thief and a**a**in
You're a hired gun
You get your hands real dirty
Over someone else's blood"
There ain't no shame in hustling
But there sure as hell ain't pride
We're thieves and a**a**ins until you dry up or you die
And now we're falling asleep
In the pa**enger seat of a van somewhere south of Tampa
Still got five hours 'til the show
And I turn to my partner, whisper under my breath
"Man how did we end up here?"
He said "We had no place else to go?"
'Cause we're thieves and a**a**ins
We're hired guns
We get our hands real dirty
Over someone else's blood
There ain't no shame in hustling
But there sure as hell ain't pride
We're thieves and a**a**ins until we dry up or we die
And it's one more beer on the house
Two dollars at the door
Three hours until we get paid
And then it's four on the motel floor
At least we've got each other
But that ain't saying much
'cause if we find something better
We'd leave this damn thing in the dust
And now I'm staring out the window
At a series of white lines all starting to blur into one
It might as well be a runaway train
And if I make it back home before it does me in
I'll still have to pay the rent
I just might cross that river again
'Cause I'm a thief, I'm an a**a**in
I'm a hired gun
I get my hands real dirty over someone else's blood
There ain't no shame in hustling
But there sure as hell ain't pride
We're thieves and a**a**ins until we dry up or we
Die