Reverend And The Makers - The Gun Lyrics
And he saw her going out to the cinema tonightWhen she told him she'd be probably staying in again to reviseWas it the warm of a hand on the cold of a gun?The lick of the clip disturbed the air tonightJune was wed to Steve, planned to get rid of him, they claimIt's clear the jury think the doubt is minimal, she's to blameWas it a passionate crime, a rush to the head?Or did she plot to shoot him down in flames?'Cause I've killed Kennedys, Kings and TsarsI did for Lennon, did for Hitler, did for Lee OswaldAnd if your number's up, I don't care who you areIf my bang bang bang's comingAh, get runningFor Stu to get his dues on his inheritance, he conspiredTo plan his Gran would soon get her deliverance, it transpiresThat placing his hand on the gun would empty the fundsHe plans to run to Timbuktu tonight'Cause I've killed Kennedys, Kings and TsarsI did for Gandhi, did for Hitler, did for Lee OswaldAnd if your number's up, I don't care who you areIf my bang bang bang's comingAh, get runningThe sun that sets may also scorchLike the weapon of choice for vengeful thoughtsWhen the Sundance Kid met his end, of courseIt was me, who else could it be?Who blasted him and Cassidy
