Paragon of dignity.
Untouchable and lethal, but there's more to life than shuriken.
Sudden death comes easy when you practice every day.
You'll think you're ten feet tall and bullet-proof until you pass my way.
And you will never see it coming; no-one's sad to see you go.
But in my eyes you'll glimpse the wisdom you were not prepared to know.
In fearing in what you can not see you'll fall beneath my hand.
This is a ninja thing you wouldn't understand.
You will never know I'm here until it's far too late.
It is a ninja's way to pass unseen and not to storm the gate.
Moving quieter than kittens, circumnavigating law tip-toeing merciless as nightfall.
Until I pounce and disappear again you'll never hear a thing.
The soul has always been corrupted but the heart and hands are clean.
So when enemies fall lifeless though the never see my face the game is glory but I take my joy in leaving not a trace.
My actions quick as lightning unintended to hurt you, I'm only doing what a ninja's got to do.
Da-da-do da do da-da-do.
Following the way, creeping night and day.
I won't say life is hard.
But I must restrain my urges to run naked through my yard.
No ninja goes out streaking it just simply isn't done.
My career would shrivel up and die but damn would it be fun to see the neighbours' eyes as big as saucers peering from their doors I'd pirrouette beneath the moonlight days of skulking, hiding, sneaking and assassinating enemies no more.
Just one streak of brightness in a world of black and blue I'd just be doing what a ninja's got to do.
Wouldn't you?
Go skinny dipping like a ninja's got to do?