| Song | Bullets For The New-Born King |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | National Ransom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Costello | |
| 作词 : Costello | |
| 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 | |
| Rain obscured the window as the pain was dulled by the grains | |
| Absolved by spoons in flames and fear in time dissolving | |
| It's not for the faint of pulse or anybody false | |
| Those amateurs who simply shed their skins | |
| So where are those traitors now, we once called patriots? | |
| Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sins | |
| 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 new-born king | |
| The trumpet sound lamenting, tramping 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 | |
| That 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 a while | |
| Before we spill the 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 doneOh, 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 new-born king |
| zuo qu : Costello | |
| zuo ci : Costello | |
| 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 | |
| Rain obscured the window as the pain was dulled by the grains | |
| Absolved by spoons in flames and fear in time dissolving | |
| It' s not for the faint of pulse or anybody false | |
| Those amateurs who simply shed their skins | |
| So where are those traitors now, we once called patriots? | |
| Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sins | |
| 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 | |
| The trumpet sound lamenting, tramping 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 | |
| That 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 a while | |
| Before we spill the 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 doneOh, 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Costello | |
| zuò cí : Costello | |
| 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 | |
| Rain obscured the window as the pain was dulled by the grains | |
| Absolved by spoons in flames and fear in time dissolving | |
| It' s not for the faint of pulse or anybody false | |
| Those amateurs who simply shed their skins | |
| So where are those traitors now, we once called patriots? | |
| Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sins | |
| 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 | |
| The trumpet sound lamenting, tramping 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 | |
| That 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 a while | |
| Before we spill the 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 doneOh, 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 |