Assassins Lyrics

Not everyone can see the things that I can see

With a few less saints

With a seamless tack

The knife that's famous

With anothers knack

With a yawn that's woken

From a dead mans hair

The clothes are stolen

From a place down there

And your armor is wearing

With another saint

The castle is wakened

To another days complaint

Wallow in misery

From a place down there

I fight for his honor

I fight for relief

Now everyone is clamoring to get some more air

Did you know there were assassins from a place down there

They won't come and kill you

They'll leave that to you

The clothes are stolen

From a dead mans hair

Not everyone can see the things that I can see