Dead or Alive
by Journey

A double secret agent
And he was paid to kill
With cold steel magnum force
Is how the man possessed the skill
He shot a man in Paris
He did a job in L.A.
And if the price was right, he`d surely
Take your like away

Wanted dead of alive, blood for money, money
Assault, homicide, blood for money, money, money, money

He drove a Maserati, lived up in the hills
A cat with nine lives that`s gone to far to feel the chill
He never thought it`d happen
It was his last mistake
`Cause he was gunned down by a heartless woman`s .38.
Lyrics submitted by Sue.