Silent Man

 

In a motel two pals are smoking, working on their secret plan.
The younger deals with cash, the older holds the gun.
They build a bully empire, one based on slinging dope.
Those who interfere will end at the end of a rope.
At killing people, he was the king, not a random guy,
He’s a lion who’ll never ever die.
They came around, to find the silent man.
They drove all night… to catch and bring him down.
Here they come,
Far from home,
They’ve got to kill the silent man.
The drug lord fears for his snow crown, his old pal fleed out of town.
When trouble knocks on the door, there’s no one to answer now.
He’d blow away a bunch of millions just to track him down.
He sent vicious men trained to stalk him like a hound.
At killing people, he was the king, not a random guy,
He’s a lion who’ll never ever die.
They came around, to find the silent man.
They drove all night, to catch and bring him down.
Here they come,
Far from home,
They’ve got to kill the silent man.
Hey Pals,
I can smell the dust of Arizona on your shirts.
I bet you’re on his tracks!
But it’s too late,
Turn ’round, the silent man dug two holes…
… to rest your back!
He comes around, to find you where you are.
He makes no sound, while sneaking in your car.
Here he comes,
Hear the drums,
Prayers can’t save you right now.
He comes around, to find you where you are.
This guy is bound, to fiercely gun you down.
Here he comes,
Hear the drums,
You’re resting six feet underground.
“Silent Man” © 2020
Lyrics: Nicolas Petrimaux & Faik Sharr
Music: Faik Sharr
Vocals and acoustic guitar: Faik Sharr
Electric Guitars: Sylvain Lavoux
Bass: Mathieu Destailleur
Drums: Cédric Sanjuan