Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Sick, Dirty and Mean’ by Accept. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Accept or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
He’s got the power
He’s like a god
But he’s the devil of flesh and blood
A ’45 is his religion
Code of silence his belief
It’s the kiss of death
A ’45 is his religion
Code of silence his belief
You can find them in a gutter
You will find ’em in your church
They always knows each other
They call it family
You may end up six-feet-under
Anywhere and anytime
It’s a one-way-street with a thousand lanes
And a million ways to die
A Thompson sub-machine gun made my day
Sick, dirty and mean
You can hide but you can’t run
Sick, dirty and mean
Headhunters cut you down
A godfather’s kiss
An icepick in your eye
Sick, dirty and mean
It’s like a killing machine
Can you hear your mother crying
Can you see your father die
Can you walk away from children
Dying facedown in the dirt
But if you break the code of silence
You gotta do it anyway
If we don’t stop the violence
The mob is here to stay
A pair of concrete slippers
There all vultures all over your back
Sick, dirty and mean
You can hide but you can’t run
Sick, dirty and mean
Headhunters cut you down
They will terminate your contract
They will finalize the deal
Sick, dirty and mean
It’s a killing machine
A ’45 is his religion
Code of silence his belief
It’s a double barreled shotgun
With an Ouzi on the side
Sick, dirty and mean
You can hide but you can’t run
Sick, dirty and mean
Headhunters cut you down
If you want to be a songbird
There’s an axe to clip your wings
Sick, dirty and mean
It’s a killing machine
Sick, dirty and mean
Sick, dirty and mean
Sick, dirty and mean
Sick, dirty and mean