He knows well his wicked ways
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A course of bitterness
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A grudge held from his childhood days
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As if life had loved him less
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Reading down his list of names
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He ticks them one by one
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He points the barrel at the sky
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Firing shots off at the sun
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"I am the law and I am the King
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I am the wisdom, listen to me sing"
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He carves out the victim's names
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In the wooden butt of the gun
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He leans well back against the tree
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He knows his Kingdom's come
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He'll breath a sigh self satisfied
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The work is in good hands
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He shoots the coins into the air
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And follows where the money lands
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"I am the law and I am the King
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I am the wisdom, listen to me sing"
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He pauses at the city's edge
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Of hellfire and of stone
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He summons up the devil there
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To give him courage of his own
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He'll free the sinners of deceit
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They'll hear his name and run
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His justice is his own reward
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Measured out beneath the sun
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"I am the law and I am the King
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I am the wisdom, listen to me sing"
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And my name's on the gun
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The Boy With The Gun (live 1995)
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David Sylvian |