Lyrics : John Deacon/Brian May/Freddie Mercury/Roger Taylor
Music : John Deacon/Brian May/Freddie Mercury/Roger Taylor
Im the hitman
Stand aside
Im the hitman
I want your life
Aint no escaping
Dont run and hide
There goes the neighbourhood
Im gonna kill for your love
Hitman
Now dont you cry
Im just it man
And you might get fried
Gun in my pocket
Dont get me wrong
Ill be your hitman - a fool for your love
Im the head shredder -
Thats better -
Baby baby baby
Im a hitman - hitman - hitman
Yeah - trouble in the east troubled in the west
Struggle with the beast - what a thief what a pest
Come back mother / nuke that sucker
Yeah - yeah - yeah
Thats the way to do it im a hitman
Im your prize
But this hitman -
Can cut you down to size
Love me （baby）
Dont be so cool
Love me love me baby
Ive been to the hitman school
Yeah - yeah
Youre gonna make my day
Gonna blow you away
Now the fun begins
Hitman
Are you ready for the sting
Gonna waste that thing
Hitman is king