[Intro] (Pulsing synth bass, metallic chamber clicking, a smooth French whisper) Un, deux, trois... C’est simple comme bonjour. [Verse 1] Crisp white collar, bespoke navy vest Golden threads woven deep in my chest They bring their heavy artillery to play I bring haute couture and ruin their day A flash of nanotech lining my wrist A target in sight that I’ve never missed Check the cufflinks, adjust the tie A gentleman’s art when you say goodbye. [Pre-Chorus] Step through the velvet, setting the board A golden card dropped on the marble floor Don't blink now, darling, the contract is signed You're already trapped in the gears of my mind. [Chorus] I’m the Golden Spy Sniper, dressed to the nines One clean round through your fragile designs Headhunter loaded, the hammer is cocked A flash on the scope and the target is locked Ah, you have good taste, my friend, Let’s make it stylish when you meet your end Golden Spy Sniper, stepping out clean The deadliest gentleman you’ve ever seen. [Verse 2] Trademark active, holding the flank Worth more than gold sitting locked in the bank Rendezvous ready, I vanish in air A puff of gold dust, but I was never there They scramble for cover, they pray for a grace While I savor the silence and reload with taste No dirt on my shoes, no crease in the fold Every single decision is pure solid gold. [Pre-Chorus] Step through the velvet, setting the board A golden card dropped on the marble floor Don't blink now, darling, the contract is signed You're already trapped in the gears of my mind. [Chorus] I’m the Golden Spy Sniper, dressed to the nines One clean round through your fragile designs Headhunter loaded, the hammer is cocked A flash on the scope and the target is locked Ah, you have good taste, my friend, Let’s make it stylish when you meet your end Golden Spy Sniper, stepping out clean The deadliest gentleman you’ve ever seen. [Bridge] (Heavy, distorted electronic drop with staccato synth stabs) Tour De Force in the palm of my hand The loudest sound in this quiet land One pull of the trigger, the room slows down A king doesn't need to surrender his crown Au revoir. (Boom of the sniper rifle, followed by a low bass echo) (Guitar & Synth Solo – Fast-paced, French-touch electro groove) Chorus] I’m the Golden Spy Sniper, dressed to the nines One clean round through your fragile designs Headhunter loaded, the hammer is cocked A flash on the scope and the target is locked Ah, you have good taste, my friend, Let’s make it stylish when you meet your end Golden Spy Sniper, stepping out clean The deadliest gentleman you’ve ever seen. [Outro] (Smooth synth pulse fading out) Check the lapels... perfect. No mess. No hesitation. Magnifique. (Card flips, gunshot echo, fade to black)
