I serve the master of the day,
and I work when it's evening.
People have drowned, burned, crashed,
the old stairs to the neck have cracked.
I have always had my methods,
I have quickly put myself in respect.
But sometimes when the day is still awake,
and work demands its price,
I try to stop it with a dash of whiskey and ice.
For a Johnny Barber was a naked soldier,
a man who has never been caught.
I kill for money, soul and hate.
I do my job quickly and smoothly.
We had a common friend who thought she was free.
When she did not sleep by my side,
I laid in bed with her.
She was lying in bed with a man who was as red as his sweat.
She will never dream of being my friend,
she must be respectable and rich.
For a Johnny Barber was a naked soldier,
a man who has never been caught.
I kill for money, soul and hate.
I do my job quickly and smoothly.
I am a Johnny Barber was a naked soldier,
a man who has never been caught.
I kill for money, soul and hate.
But those who
get a discount,
it is you
who will die tonight.