I am tall and I am thin of an enviable height   And I've been known to be quite handsome   In a certain angle and in a certain light      Well, I entered into O'Malley's   Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst"   O'Malley merely smiled at me   Said, "You wouldn't be the first"      I knocked on the bar and pointed   To a bottle on the shelf   And as O'Malley poured me out a drink   I sniffed and crossed myself      My hand decided that the time was nigh   And for a moment it slipped from view   And when it returned, it fairly burned   With confidence anew      Well, the thunder from my steely fist   Made all the glasses jangle   Oh, when I shot him, I was so handsome   It was the light, it was the angle      "Neighbors", I cried, "Friends", I screamed   I banged my fist upon the bar   I bear no grudge against you   And my dick felt long and hard      I am the man for which no God waits   But for which the whole world yearns   And I'm marked by darkness and by blood   And one thousand powder burns      Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips   That clean the ocean floor   When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife   That's exactly what I saw      Well, I jammed the barrel under her chin   And her face looked raw and vicious   Her head it landed in the sink   With all the dirty dishes      Her little daughter, Siobhan   Pulled beers from dusk till down   And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke   But she pulled the best beer in town      Well, I swooped magnificent upon her   As she sat shivering in her grief   Like the Madonna painted on the church house wall   In whale's blood and banana leaf      Her throat crumbled in my hands   And I spun heroically around   To see Caffrey rising from his seat   I shot that motherfucker down   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah      I have no free will, I sang   As I flew about the murder   Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed   You really should have heard her      Well, I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept   I panted like a pup   I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes   And her husband stupidly stood up      As he screamed, "You are an evil man"   And I paused a while to wonder   If I have no free will then how can I   Be morally culpable, I wonder      I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach   And gingerly he sat down   And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"   And then lay upon the ground      ?None taken?, I replied to him   To which he gave a little cough   An with blazing wings I neatly aimed   And blew his head completely off      I've been lived in this town for thirty years   And to no one I am a stranger   And I put new bullets in my gun   Chamber upon chamber      And I turned my gun on the bird like Mr. Brookes   I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows   And as I shot down the youthful Richardson   It was Sebastian I thought of and his arrows      I said, "I want to introduce myself   And I am glad that you all came"   And I leapt upon the bar   And then I shouted out my name      Well, Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool   Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed   And with an ashtray big as a fucking really big brick   I split his skull in half      His blood spilled across the bar   Like a steaming scarlet brook   And then I knelt there at it's edge on the counter   Wiped the tears away and looked      Well, the light in there was blinding   Full of god and ghosts of truth   And I smiled at Henry Davenport   Who made an attempt to move      Well, from the position I was standing   Of the strangest thing I ever saw   The bullet entered through the top of his chest   And blew his bowels out on the floor      And I floated down the counter   Showing no remorse   I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter   Recently divorced      But remorse I felt, remorse I had   It clung into every thing   From the raven's hair upon my head   To the feathers on my wings      Remorse squeezed my hand in it's fraudulent claw   With it's golden hairless chest   And I glided through the bodies   And killed the fat man, Vincent West      Who sat quietly in his chair   A man become a child   And I raised the gun up to his head   Executioner style      He made no attempt to resist   So fat and dull and lazy   "Did you know that I lived in your street?" I said   And he looked at me as though I were crazy      Ohh, he said, "I had no idea"   And he grew as quiet as a mouse   And the roar of the pistol when it went off   Nearly blew that hat right off the house      Well, I caught my eye in the mirror   And gave it a long and loving inspection   There stands some kind of man, I roared   And there did, in the reflection      My hair combed back like a raven's wing   My muscles hard and tight   And curling from the business end of my gun   Was a query mark of cordite      Well, I spun to the left, I spun to the right   And I spun to the left again   Fear me, fear me, fear me   But no one did 'cause they were dead      And then there were the police sirens wailing   And a bull horn squelched and blared   "Drop your weapons and come out   With your hands held in the air"      Well, I checked the chamber of my gun   Saw I had one final bullet left   My hand, it looked almost human   As I raised it literally to my head      Drop your weapon and come on out   Keep your hands above your head   I had one one long hard think about dying   And did exactly what they said      There must have been fifty cops out there   In a circle around O'Malley's bar   "Don't shoot", I cried, "I'm a man unarmed"   So they put me in their car      And they sped me away from that terrible scene   And I glanced out of the window   Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars   And I started counting on my fingers      One, two, three, four   O'Malley's bar, O'Malley's bar   O'Malley's bar, O'Malley's bar   O'Malley's bar, O'Malley's bar