Stranded against the crowd, with all eyes vacant as the wind
Lo, what a strange hour for thieves
So I took the first step
His eyes were a flame of fire, his voice the sound of many waters
"I'm the first and the last. And I hold the keys of your door"
But I have the need of nothing
So I'll take them fine bullets to my grave
I'll take them fine bullets
If all I have done is cruel
Then all I could say would break you asunder
And I took another step
With those bullets of longing for my most splendid guilt,
I'll have their sweet taste of honey and the bitter aftermath
So I took the last step
I have earned my rope, though it slithers off my fingers
Lo, what a strange hour for thieves
But I have the need of nothing
So I'll take them fine bullets to my grave
I'll take them fine bullets
If all I have done is cruel
If all you have said is true
Then after you're done
Oh I will move, 'till I stop
Underneath the gallows-tree where silence is king
Since I have the need of nothing
I'll take them fine bullets to my grave
I'll take them fine bullets to my grave