05. Them Fine Bullets

Stranded against the crowd, with all eyes vacant as the wind

Lo, what a strange hour for thieves

So I took the first step                                                

His eyes were a flame of fire, his voice the sound of many waters

“I’m the first and the last. And I hold the keys of your door”

But I have the need of nothing

So I’ll take them fine bullets to my grave

I’ll take them fine bullets

If all I have done is cruel

Then all I could say would break you asunder 

And I took another step                                              

With those  bullets of longing for my most splendid guilt,

I’ll have their sweet taste of honey and the bitter aftermath

So I took the last step                                                

I have earned my rope, though it slithers off my fingers

Lo, what a strange hour for thieves

But I have the need of nothing

So I’ll take them fine bullets to my grave

I’ll take them fine bullets

If all I have done is cruel

If all you have said is true

Then after you’re done

Oh I will move, ‘till I stop

Underneath the gallows-tree where silence is king

Since I have the need of nothing

I’ll take them fine bullets to my grave

I’ll take them fine bullets to my grave