You see the Sunday birds swinging low
And the fever in your brain only grows
And the murder boys they're running down the street
You can see them through the window from your seat
Hear the sound of the mightiest of guns
When the shadows run like ghosts across your room
Do you take your world and burn it in a spoon
A mercy ship to sail you off to sleep
To where the crimson angels swim the deep
But there's no hiding from the mightiest of guns
With every breath you drink in the night
Cause you won't give up your blues without a fight
And looking at the sky there is no pain
And the stars keep falling down like burning rain
They were fired by the mightiest of guns
Tomorrow I'll be out of my mind
The bear will dance and the organ will grind
I'm laughing cause I know there ain't no sin
All the world on the head of a pin
Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns
Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns
