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No one in this place for motive or any hope
But for the dead shot of an amber glass, the light of a votive
Rain obscured the window as the pain was dulled by the
Absolved by spoons in flames and in time dissolving

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

Oh, my eyes were filled tears that were stinging
After our work was done
The bells and hands were there for the wringing
And we were bullets for the new-born king

The sound lamenting, tramping down the blooms of the deceased
The double agent girl and the fallen priest heading for the border
Somewhere in the high command, there stayed the hand
That saw the order countermand, erased a tape
And then hung him from a window cord

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

Oh, my eyes were filled with tears that were
After our assassin's was done
The and hands were only there for the wringing
And we bringing bullets for the new-born king