Letras:Judas Priest. Hell Bent For Leather. Killing Machine.

[Tipton]

I never give no answers, I never tell no lies
I never walk a straight line so I never get surprised
I don't ask no favors so I won't get abused
I learned to win when I was young
So I'm never ever gonna lose

They pay me the money and I'll do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract, on you

I never ask no questions, I never speak my mind
I always found that silence helps to keep me and my kind alive
I take care of business, It takes care of me
I look after myself and do it well
'cause somebody's always looking for me

They pay me the money and I'll do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you

What manner of man am I?
A gun, lump sum and then I move on
What manner of man are you?
Stab a friend's back to jump a queue

I do what I do 'cos I can't do nothing better
You do what you do, just defendin' yourself

'cos you ain't got nothin' better to do

I got no place, no name, I'm just a killing machine
I kept the population down, if you know what I mean
I never stop in one place, I move about the cities
Got expensive tastes, but I hasten to add that
I'm the best that there is

They pay me the money and I'll do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you

I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you