Live Until We Die
Mr. Wint
Do you have a hint
Of time to spare with me
My heart's a hull
My blades are dull
When we kill separately.
Why, Mr. Kidd
You never did
Have much faith in me
I'd never hone
My skills alone
They need you desperately.
So, Mr. Wint
I see that glint
Of murder in your eye
It's so much fun
To watch your gun
Demand and then supply.
And Mr. Kidd
When we have rid
This world of one more spy
We'll laugh and play
The old-fashioned way
And live until we die.