Songtext von 38 Calibre Divorce

mobster under glass two tons of limousine dripping oil black slinking low and mean on the road to do a little job veins in my temple beginning to throb a favour I owed would soon be enforced the killer wants a .38 calibre divorce thru a looking glass of scotch and rocks eyeballs darted and no one talked the limo stopped in front of the house his silhouette tore as the killer got out he was shooting for an uncontested divorce and on his face - no remorse we loaded the stiff into the trunk the killer focused and the barrel swung "a witness rides in the trunk with the corpse" am I a loose end in a .38 calibre divorce?