A Man of My Word

The face of a man / machine or something
Came to me at Venom’s front door
«What's betrayal worth to you?» he said
«I'll double it and more.»
«Gold to fill that black hole up.»
He knew just what to say
Cuz I’m a man of many gifts
And I’d trade it all away
For a little coin…
For a little sniff…
For a little taste…
For a little whiff…
Of that good life
Seconds after payment cleared
I sold my two best friends
Served them up like smoked bacon
And I didn’t feel a thing
How does a man live with himself?
Do I look like a man to you?
I swear, I sleep like a baby
And there’s no telling what I’d do
How does a man live with himself?
Do I look like a man to you?
I swear, I sleep like a baby
And there’s no telling what I’d do
For a little coin…
I’m a man of my word when the word is «me»
I’m a man of my word when the word is «me»
Looking out for number one
I snapped the trap like pigs to a slaughter
The machine man took them both
But one slipped away by the hair on his neck
And he’s coming back for me
Wide eyed and bushy tailed
Well I will smote his ruin across space
Cuz I’m a man of my word when the word is «me»
And I want to see the look on his face
I’m a man of my word when the word is «me»
I’m a man of my word when the word is «me»
For a little coin…
For a little sniff…
For a little taste…
For a little whiff…
Of that good life