Hit Men

If I show you now my hands are clean
So clean they have a slight sheen
I don't do the dirty work
I have people that lurk

My men do the job
They see the peasants sob
Begging for their lives
Their work isn't that easy
You can see that is true
They answer to only one person
And that person isn't you

They could come after you
They could come when you're sleeping
So soundly in your bed
Or when you're awake
And they'll get inside your head
What they do however
Will keep you awake at night
They make it seem harmless
Maybe a suicide or two
Better watch out or they'll be coming for you!