Letra de Bullets For The New-Born King
No one looks in this place for motive or any hope But for the dead shot of an amber glass The blue light of a votiveThe rain obscured the window As the pain was dulled by the grains Absolved in spoons and flames In fear in time dissolvingIt's not for the faint of pulse Or anybody false Those amateurs who only shed their skin So where are those traitors now, we once called patriots? Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sinsO my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging After our assassin's work was done But hands and bells are only there for the wringing As we were bringing bullets for the new-born kingThe trumpet sounds lamenting Trampling down the blooms of the deceased The double agent girl and the fallen priest were heading for the borderSomewhere at the high command there stayed the palest hand That saw the order countermand Erased a tape recorder and then they hung him from a window cordSwallow down that voodoo vial to still your breath a while Before we spill this tale that has been spun And so I shall now confide all that I once denied Oh I'm so sorry for the things I've doneO my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging After our assassin's work was done But hands and bells are only there for the wringing As we were bringing bullet for the new-born king