Em D Bm B7

^EmHe knows well his ^Dwicked ways A^Bm7 course of bittern^Cess ^EmA grudge held from his^D childhood days A^Bm7s if life had loved him^C less ^Am7Reading down his list of names He ticks them one by one ^FmHe points the barrel ^Gmat the sky ^Abmaj7Firing shots off ^Bbmaj7at the sun

Em D

^Bm"I am the law^B7 and I am the King Em D ^BmI am the wisdom, ^B7listen to me sing"

^EmHe carves out the ^Dvictim's names In t^Bm7he wooden butt of the ^Cgun ^EmHe leans well back ^Dagains the tree ^Bm7He knows his Kingdom's ^Ccome ^Am7He'll breath a sigh self satisfied The work is in good hands ^FmHe shoots the coins ^Gminto the air And ^Abmaj7follows where the m^Bbmaj7oney lands Em D ^Bm"I am the law^B7 and I am the King Em D ^BmI am the wisdom, l^B7isten 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 Work is just begun The boy with the gun

David Sylvian - The boy with the gun