And he saw her going out to the cinema tonight
When she told him she'd be probably staying in again to revise
Was it the warm of a hand on the cold of a gun?
The lick of the clip disturbed the air tonight
June was wed to Steve, planned to get rid of him, they claim
It's clear the jury think the doubt is minimal, she's to blame
Was it a passionate crime, a rush to the head?
Or did she plot to shoot him down in flames?
'Cause I've killed Kennedys, Kings and Tsars
I did for Lennon, did for Hitler, did for Lee Oswald
And if your number's up, I don't care who you are
If my bang bang bang's coming
Ah, get running
For Stu to get his dues on his inheritance, he conspired
To plan his Gran would soon get her deliverance, it transpires
That placing his hand on the gun would empty the funds
He plans to run to Timbuktu tonight
'Cause I've killed Kennedys, Kings and Tsars
I did for Gandhi, did for Hitler, did for Lee Oswald
And if your number's up, I don't care who you are
If my bang bang bang's coming
Ah, get running
The sun that sets may also scorch
Like the weapon of choice for vengeful thoughts
When the Sundance Kid met his end, of course
It was me, who else could it be?
Who blasted him and Cassidy