Lyrics
We met two men from other sides, on a walk down by the river side
Encounter between individuals from opposing sides near a river
Trigger finger itching to see some action, he would tell me what I'd need to know
One person eager for conflict, offering guidance
On a mission sent by the high command, proceed with caution this man's dangerous
Warning about the dangerous nature of a mission
Double agent works for the other side, get what you can then terminate his life
Identifying a double agent and the directive to eliminate them
Reached for his lugger but I drew mine first
A tense moment where both individuals reach for their weapons
You're a better man than I were his last words
Last words expressing acknowledgment or admiration
You're a better man than I were his last words
Last words acknowledging the other's superiority
You're a better man than I were his last words
Repetition of acknowledging the other's superiority
Was I really?
Reflecting on the truth of the compliment
I thought about it on my way home, dingy room in a rundown hotel
Contemplation about personal identity in a less than ideal environment
Thought about who I really was, where I am from, where I'm heading to
Reflecting on personal origins and future
It never really bothered me this way, I guess I got the secret agent blues
Feeling troubled by a change in attitude due to a secret agent's life
All this killing's really got me down, I got the secret agent blues
The toll of killing affecting the individual emotionally
I give in just can't stand it no more, I resign
Decision to quit and relinquish responsibilities
Here's my badge and gun
Surrendering the symbols of authority
But you can't quit like that with us, you're a traitor and must be disposed of
Resistance to resignation due to the consequences of betrayal
They've reached for their weapons but I drew mine first
A similar situation to a previous encounter
Others will come for you were their last words
Warning of impending consequences for betrayal
Others will come for you were their last words
Repetition of the warning about future repercussions
Others will come for you were their last words
Reiterating the imminent danger of consequences
I will be waiting
A declaration of intent to retaliate or seek revenge
I'm hit up once or twice a week, always different places and faces
Regularly facing danger, uncertainty, and exhaustion
Getting so tired I can't even sleep, will they ever come for me again
Questioning the possibility of being pursued
So tired of all this running around, getting edgy playing hide and seek
Feeling stressed and agitated by the constant evasive actions
Can't take it got to get away but there's no way out but death
Considering death as the only escape from the situation
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