Reverend And The Makers - The Gun lyrics

And he saw her going out to the cinema tonight When she told him she'd be probably staying in again to revise Was it the warm of a hand on the cold of a 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? 'Cause I've k**ed Kennedys, Kings and Tsars I did for Lennon, did for Hitler, did for Lee Oswald And if your number's up, I don't care who you are If my bang bang bang's coming Ah, get running For Stu to get his dues on his inheritance, he conspired To plan his Gran would soon get her deliverance, it transpires That placing his hand on the gun would empty the funds He plans to run to Timbuktu tonight 'Cause I've k**ed Kennedys, Kings and Tsars I did for Gandhi, did for Hitler, did for Lee Oswald And if your number's up, I don't care who you are If my bang bang bang's coming Ah, get 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 it be? Who blasted him and Ca**idy