I was drinking in a tavern
When I caught a whiff of danger
In the corner sat a stranger
He was dressed all in black
He had the eyes of a killer
A nose like a gorilla
And a 'tache like a caterpillar
All in all, he looked a prat

I turned to look away
But he looked up and caught me staring
He said, from the clothes I'm wearing
You can tell I kill to live
And there ain't no use in sassin'
A highly trained assassin
For a taste of your whiskey
Some advice to you I'll give

So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he picked up a throwing knife
Flicked it at the door
And the bar went deathly quiet
Everyone was lookin
He said, if you're going killing, boy
You better know what you're killing for

{Refrain}
You got to know how to track 'em, how to attack 'em
Know how to slit their throats, their blood to spill
And you've gotta know your trade well, learn to handle a blade well
But most of all get paid well for every man you kill

I could see some deadly darts
Tucked into his bandanna
On his back was a katana
Shuriken in his fist
Tucked into his waistband
I couldn't help a-spyin'
A dozen bolts of iron
For the crossbow on his wrist

Wound around his leg
Was a bandage made of denim
Which held a vial of venom
In a casket made of wood
He smiled and shook his head
When I offered him a hand up
But I never saw him stand up
I don't even think he could

{Refrain thrice}