โหลดเพลง mp3 Bullets For The New-Born King - Elvis Costello

Bullets For The New-Born King - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛)
Written by：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

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