The Boy With The Gun Lyrics - Secrets Of The Beehive - David Sylvian

He knows well his wicked ways 

Are 'cause of bitterness 

A grudge held from his childhood days 

As if life had loved him less 

Reading down his list of names 

He ticks them one by one 

He points the barrel at the sky 

Firing shots off at the sun 

I am the law and I am the King 

I am the wisdom, listen to me sing 

He carves out the victim's names 

In the wooden butt of the gun 

He leans well back against the tree 

He knows his Kingdom's come 

He'll breath a sigh self satisfied 

The work is in good hands 

He shoots the coins into the air 

And follows where the money lands 

I am the law and I am the King 

I am the wisdom, listen to me sing 

He pauses at the city's edge 

Of hellfire and of stone 

He summons up the devil there 

To give him courage of his own 

He'll free the sinners of deceit 

They'll hear his name and run 

His justice is his own reward 

Measured out beneath the sun 

I am the law and I am the King 

I am the wisdom, listen to me sing 

And my name's on the gun