He knows well his wicked ways   A course of bitterness   A grudge held from his childhood days   As if life had loved him less   Reading down his list of names   He ticks them one by one   He points the barrel at the sky   Firing shots off at the sun      "I am the law and I am the King   I am the wisdom, listen to me sing"      He carves out the victim's names   In the wooden butt of the gun   He leans well back against the tree   He knows his Kingdom's come   He'll breath a sigh self satisfied   The work is in good hands   He shoots the coins into the air   And follows where the money lands      "I am the law and I am the King   I am the wisdom, listen to me sing"      He pauses at the city's edge   Of hellfire and of stone   He summons up the devil there   To give him courage of his own   He'll free the sinners of deceit   They'll hear his name and run   His justice is his own reward   Measured out beneath the sun      "I am the law and I am the King   I am the wisdom, listen to me sing"      And my name's on the gun