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    Bullets For The New-Born King

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      About "Bullets For The New-Born King"

      Lyrics for Elvis Costello - "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 votive

      Rain obscured the window
      As the pain was dulled by the grains
      Absolved by spoons in flames
      In fear in time dissolving

      It's not for the faint of pulse
      Or anybody false
      Those amateurs who simply shed their skins
      So where are those traitors now, we once called patriots?
      Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sins

      O my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging
      After our assassin's work was done
      But bells in hands are only there for the wringing
      And we were bringing bullets for the new-born king

      Trumpet sounds lamenting
      Trampling down the blooms of the deceased
      The double agent girl and the fallen priest were heading for the border

      Somewhere in the high command there stayed the palest hand
      Who saw the order countermand
      Erased the tape recorder and then they hung him from a window cord

      Swallow down that voodoo vial and stay your breath a while
      Before we spill this tale that we had spun
      And now I shall now confide all that I have denied
      Oh I'm so sorry for the things I've done

      O my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging
      After our assassin's work was done
      But bells in hands bells were only there for the ringing
      And we were bringing bullets for the new-born king

      SONGWRITERS:
      COSTELLO, ELVIS
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