we met two men from other sides, on a walk down by the river side trigger finger itching to see some action, he would tell me what i'd need to know on a mission sent by the high command, proceed with caution this man's dangerous double agent works for the other side, get what you can then terminate his life reached for his lugger but i drew mine first you're a better man than i were his last words you're a better man than i were his last words you're a better man than i were his last words was i really? i thought about it on my way home, dingy room in a rundown hotel thought about who i really was, where i am from, where i'm heading to it never really bothered me this way, i guess i got the secret agent blues all this killing's really got me down, i got the secret agent blues i give in just can't stand it no more, i resign here's my badge and gun but you can't quit like that with us, you're a traitor and must be disposed of they've reached for their weapons but i drew mine first others will come for you were their last words others will come for you were their last words others will come for you were their last words i will be waiting i'm hit up once or twice a week, always different places and faces getting so tired i can't even sleep, will they ever come for me again so tired of all this running around, getting edgy playing hide and seek can't take it got to get away but there's no way out but death