Atmosphere - Tonight's Man Lyrics
There he goes tonights manThe one thats putting gods smile back upon my handsThe plan this evening, is hiding behind leaves and brushQuiet the breath and hush, wait for the right time to rushGrab your man by the forehead, slit the device across his throatI hold him tight while he chokes, 8,9,count to 10Drop the body, rip the pocketsCome ups, cash, and plastic wrapped rocketsHey mister mister, you think that youre the shitBut you looked really funny when you felt your tendon ripTheres a thin line between fire and fearHey mister never should have set your shop up hereCause ive been thumping chumps that push dumpsters on be tree stumpsBig man on the avenue becomes mommys lil speed bumpAnd this punk was easy, must have hated spinachAnd the pigs all smiled they never liked you to begin withAint trying to be the man no more, cause im a man nowIm 'bout to take your crew to warIve got a plan nowIm used to blood and death, outgrew the gut wrenchSo tell the devil I said ***** him when he finds you on the bus bench(a sample in french)
