Elvis Costello
Bullets for the New-Born King
[Verse 1]
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 simply shed their skin
Where are those traitors now, we once called patriots?
Just like the saints who seem to revel in their sins

[Chorus]
Oh my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging
After our assassin's work was done
The bells and hands were only there for the wringing
And we were bringing bullets for the newborn king

[Verse 2]
The trumpet sound 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 a tape recorder
And then they hung him from a window cord

Swallow down that voodoo vial and stay your breath awhile
Before we spill a tale that we have spun
And now I shall confide all that I have denied
Oh, I'm so sorry for the things I've done
[Chorus]
Oh my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging
After our assassin's work was done
The bells and hands were only there for the wringing
And we were bringing bullets for the newborn king