Текст: Bruce Springsteen. Murder Incorporated (Disc 1).

Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow
Out on the streets your chances are zero
Take a look around you (come on now)
It ain't too complicated
You're messin' with murder incorporated
Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go
Walkin down the streets, there's eyes in every shadow
You better take a look around you (come on now)
That equipment you got's so outdated
You can't compete with murder incorporated
Everywhere you look now there's murder incorporated

So you keep a little secret down deep inside your dresser drawer
For dealing with the heat you're feelin' down on the killin' floor
No matter where you step you feel you're never out of danger
So the comfort that you keep's a gold-plated, snub-nosed .32
I hear that you, you got a job downtown, man, that leaves your head cold
And everywhere you look life ain't got no soul
That apartment you live in feels like it's just a place to hide
When your walkin' down the street you won't meet no one eye to eye Now the cops reported you as just another homicide
I could tell that you were just frustrated from livin' with murder
incorporated