Lyrics

A cold dark night and I turn up my collar
The moon in the sky looking like a silver dollar
Followed my baby keeping way behind
Got mud on my shoes got murder on my mind
I'm looking at her lover she's run to in haste
She always did have expensive taste
One hand in her hair, the other hand around her waist
He's got a corduroy coat, a thin leather tie
Gold in his teeth and a glint in his eye
One hand in her hair, the other hand upon her thigh
It's payback time.

Looking younger than me, got a late model car
Looking richer than me like a movie star
Looking fitter than me maybe jogs every day
Looking better than me in every way
He's got pressed pants, a black shirt
A wallet full of money and a head full of dirt
One hand in her hair the other hand under her skirt
He's got a big smile, a big chest
Well manicured, maybe well blessed
One hand in her hair, the other hand upon her breast
It's payback time.

I get so close and I pull out my gun
I see them turn and I see them run
They know why I'm here; they know what they have done.
She was given an inch so she takes a mile
I shoot her with panache and I shoot her with style
Then I shoot him too through his big gold smile
It's payback time.