Some claim it's in his nature
It's the devil in him playing Russian roulette
Seems he always wins, never been a failure
Hasn't faced anything that made him break a sweat
Nerves of steel and a spine to match
Nothing goin' make him break a sweat
Gotta gun to his head not going to make him sweat
Hanging on the edge of a cliff not going to make him sweat
He's had his back to the wall in Saint Petersburg
Dodged the Fat Man in Tokyo
Got drunk in the street with Kerouac & Ginsberg
Played Rummy for speed with that rat Berkman
Traded junk for guns with the traitor Shevchenkhin
Never shows a hint of fear
Always has a way out
The mission's success never in doubt
Call him Derek
Call him Flint
In Rome, Berlin, even Zurich
Now they got him, no, they didn't
He's a one man army of cool
He'll save the world but a Saint he ain't
His word is his bond but not a restraint
Agent of Z.O.W.I.E.
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