Pointless Lyrics by Prong
Hitman’s got no doubt about
Position in the work place
A matter of investment
Ridding human excess
Dealing stocks and bonds of blood
Shotgun dividends
But you hold a gun that’s smoking
So pointless keep pushing
Keep shooting so pointless
Head full ‘o bullets
A soul that’s been spent
That be the pension
In bizness dealt with lead
Kickbacks and cutbacks
They all stab you in the back
The bloody palms
Primed for greasing
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