Bullets For The New-born King Lyrics - National Ransom - Elvis Costello

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 votive 

The rain obscured the window 

As the pain was dulled by the grains 

Absolved in spoons and flames 

In fear in time dissolving 

It'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 sins 

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O 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 king 

The trumpet sounds lamenting 

Trampling down the blooms of the deceased 

The double agent girl and the fallen priest were heading for the border 

Somewhere 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 cord 

Swallow 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 done 

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O 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