Sicario
A threatening sound in the distance – time is of the essence now
The imminent arrival of choppers and tanks
A calculated risk, you always knew how this would end
But the fear of losing your freedom remains
Shivers down your spine, 'cause you know they're here for you
Wondering all the time...
Wondering all the time
Why did you run away
With their money and trade...
What were you thinking...
But now it's too late...
We're coming to get you
What were you thinking...
But now it's too late...
We're coming to get you
Trapped like a rat, nowhere left to go or hide
Your front door blown to pieces – there's no escape
Masked figures rush in, heavy boots land in your face and gut
Hit hard against the ground, tied down, gagged and silenced
Wondering all the time
Why did you run away
With their money and trade...
What were you thinking...
But now it's too late...
We're coming to get you
What were you thinking...
But now it's too late...
We're coming to get you
You lost control, crossed the line
Now face your fear
"You fucking dirty rat, I'm not even gonna ask you why"
"Now tell me who the fuck you work for"
I am blindfolded, tied-up to a chair
Interrogated to the bone, and kicked in the face
Trying to keep my mouth shut with all that i've got
Until the machete cuts my throat
What were you thinking...
But now it's too late...
We're coming to get you
What were you thinking...
But now it's too late...
We're coming to get you
You lost control, crossed the line
Sicario
The imminent arrival of choppers and tanks
A calculated risk, you always knew how this would end
But the fear of losing your freedom remains
Shivers down your spine, 'cause you know they're here for you
Wondering all the time...
Wondering all the time
Why did you run away
With their money and trade...
What were you thinking...
But now it's too late...
We're coming to get you
What were you thinking...
But now it's too late...
We're coming to get you
Trapped like a rat, nowhere left to go or hide
Your front door blown to pieces – there's no escape
Masked figures rush in, heavy boots land in your face and gut
Hit hard against the ground, tied down, gagged and silenced
Wondering all the time
Why did you run away
With their money and trade...
What were you thinking...
But now it's too late...
We're coming to get you
What were you thinking...
But now it's too late...
We're coming to get you
You lost control, crossed the line
Now face your fear
"You fucking dirty rat, I'm not even gonna ask you why"
"Now tell me who the fuck you work for"
I am blindfolded, tied-up to a chair
Interrogated to the bone, and kicked in the face
Trying to keep my mouth shut with all that i've got
Until the machete cuts my throat
What were you thinking...
But now it's too late...
We're coming to get you
What were you thinking...
But now it's too late...
We're coming to get you
You lost control, crossed the line
Sicario
Credits
Writer(s): Menno Ruijzendaal
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