歌曲 | The Boy With The Gun |
歌手 | David Sylvian |
专辑 | Everything & Nothing |
作词 : Sylvian | |
He knows well his wicked ways | |
A course of bitterness | |
A grudge held frome his childhod days | |
As if life had loved him less | |
Reading down his list of names | |
He ticks them one by one | |
He points the barrel at the sky | |
Firing shots off at the sun | |
I am the law and I am the king | |
I am the wisdom ,listen to me sing | |
He carves out the victim's names | |
In the wooden butt of the gun | |
He knows his kingdom's come | |
He 'll breath a sign self satisfied | |
The work is in good hands | |
He shoots the coins into the air | |
And follows where the money lands | |
I am the law and I am the king | |
I am the wisdom .listen to me sing | |
He pauses at the city's edge | |
Of helifire and of stone | |
He summons up the devil there | |
To give him courage of his own | |
He pauses at the city's edge | |
Of hellfire and of stone | |
He summons up the devil there | |
To give him courage of his own | |
He'll free the sinners of deceit | |
They'll hear his name and run | |
His justice is his own reward | |
Measrued out beneath the sun | |
I am the law and I am the king | |
I an the wisdom .listen to me sing | |
AND MY NAME'S ON THE GUN |
zuò cí : Sylvian | |
He knows well his wicked ways | |
A course of bitterness | |
A grudge held frome his childhod days | |
As if life had loved him less | |
Reading down his list of names | |
He ticks them one by one | |
He points the barrel at the sky | |
Firing shots off at the sun | |
I am the law and I am the king | |
I am the wisdom , listen to me sing | |
He carves out the victim' s names | |
In the wooden butt of the gun | |
He knows his kingdom' s come | |
He ' ll breath a sign self satisfied | |
The work is in good hands | |
He shoots the coins into the air | |
And follows where the money lands | |
I am the law and I am the king | |
I am the wisdom . listen to me sing | |
He pauses at the city' s edge | |
Of helifire and of stone | |
He summons up the devil there | |
To give him courage of his own | |
He pauses at the city' s edge | |
Of hellfire and of stone | |
He summons up the devil there | |
To give him courage of his own | |
He' ll free the sinners of deceit | |
They' ll hear his name and run | |
His justice is his own reward | |
Measrued out beneath the sun | |
I am the law and I am the king | |
I an the wisdom . listen to me sing | |
AND MY NAME' S ON THE GUN |