He saw her going out to the cinema
Tonight
"She told me she'd be probably staying in again
To revise"
Was it the warm of the hand
The cold of the gun
The lick of the clip disturbed the air tonight?
June was wed to Steve, planned to get rid of him
They claim
It's clear the jury think the doubt is minimal
She's to blame
Was it a pa**ionate crime
A rush to the head
Or did she plot to shoot him down in flames?
'Cos I've k**ed Kennedys, Kings and Tsars
I did for Lennon, did for Hitler, did for Lee Oswald
And if your numbers up I don't care who you are
If my bang bang bangs a-coming
Ahhhhh, you get a-running
For Stu to get his dues from his inheritance
He conspired
To plan his gran would soon get her deliverance
It transpired
That placing his hand on the gun
Would empty the funds
He plans to run to Timbuktu tonight
'Cos I've k**ed Kennedys, Kings and Tsars
I did for Ghandi, did for Hitler, did for Lee Oswald
And if your numbers up I don't care who you are
If my bang bang bangs a-coming
Ahhhhh, you get a-running
The sun that sets may also scorch
Like the weapon of choice for vengeful thoughts
When the Sundance Kid met his end, of course
It was me, who else could be
Who blasted him and Ca**idy