Hotdog Hitman Remix

Verse 1

Plastic trigger snaps off inside my cold sweating palm

Cheap steel mechanism jamming right when I need calm

Knock-off grease stained deep along the barrel of the pipe

Aiming at your stupid hat, waiting for the moment ripe

Hammer clicks empty while my nerves start to fray

Suddenly a tuba blast comes ringing down the alleyway

Brass horns blaring out a heavy, booming rhythm

Marching band stepping through, forcing me to shift with 'em

Target fully covered up behind a sea of brass

Watching my entire window of opportunity pass

Pre-Chorus

It's the mayor

It's the banners

It's the floats

Chorus

Bunched up in a parade for a frankfurter

Hotdogs

Pigs in blankets blocking the clear shot

Processed meat

Tube steaks tossing out the shirts to the crowd

Hotdogs

Sausage wagons won't let me end you tonight

Verse 2

Creeping close with heavy hardware, cold sweat dripping fast

Iron jammed, slide stuck tight, no lead getting cast

Budget metal bending like some warm black licorice

Looked up, saw a giant sausage waving like a trickish wish

Floating overhead while the bass drum thumps

Pacing back and forth, hitting major stress lumps

Trying to clear the chamber with a quick thumb flick

Saratoga pork vendor pulling off a parade trick

Crowd cheering loud for the hot dog mascot

Standing in the exact spot where I needed a clean shot

Pre-Chorus

It's the mustard

It's the relish

It's the bun

Chorus

Bunched up in a parade for a frankfurter

Hotdogs

Pigs in blankets blocking the clear shot

Processed meat

Tube steaks tossing out the shirts to the crowd

Hotdogs

Sausage wagons won't let me end you tonight

Verse 3

Tryna dump the magazine through your driver's side glass

Safety switch rusted up, locked in place, couldn't pass

Bargain bin shooter bought for ten cents at a swap

Trombone section marching right across the line, won't stop

Slide mechanism locked up stiff as a board

Rookie mistake buying weapons I could afford

Glancing at the side mirror, watching you drive slow

Tucked behind a float in the middle of the show

Sirens in the distance mixed with polka music playing

Standing in the crowd while the banners keep swaying

Pre-Chorus

It's the mayor

It's the banners

It's the floats

Chorus

Bunched up in a parade for a frankfurter

Hotdogs

Pigs in blankets blocking the clear shot

Processed meat

Tube steaks tossing out the shirts to the crowd

Hotdogs

Sausage wagons won't let me end you tonight

Verse 4

Saw your shadow lurking by the cold brick bank

Spring popped loose, firing pin flew back with a clank

Hit me right inside the eye, blinding up my sight

Nozzle falling off like an autumn leaf at night

Scraping up my knuckles on the broken pot metal

Waiting for the dust from the commotion to settle

Confetti cannons blasting out a rainbow cloud

Pageant girls waving as they glide through the crowd

Target driving off while I'm standing on the curb

Losing your trajectory inside the suburb

Hook

Missed the target

Missed the timing

Missed the window

Found the mustard

Found the mayo

Found the relish