A fee for me, there’s nothing pretty,
when it’s time to use the knife.
Just tell me where, and pay the fare,
to slit the vein of life.

There is no pain within my eye,
when I get a name to expire.
For it is a job I like that has no shame,
which sets my soul a fire.

Any place, any time, it’s just a job I’m filling.
Just pay the price, the work is mine,
when it comes a time for killing.

You will pity the bill, when I make the kill,
for I am not a bargain man.
I see the list for which I fill,
and make out a simple plan.

So check your savings, check your wealth,
and see if your pocket book is willing.
Be sure that you can live with yourself,
for I’m in it to make a killing.