Year of the Knife lyrics

Hallelujah, the king is dead. He said
"; Love was the knife ";
And now he'll dream some magic queen might try and save his life
They say his famous final words
Came from the heart of the man
He made his bed on love denied
He played Jeckyll and Hyde till the day he died

Too late for the young gun
To lead a simple life
Too late for the young gun

This is the year of the knife

See the mountains crumble
Feel the fire go cold
Summer will turn to winter
Love will turn to stone

They say his famous final words
Came from the heart of man
I made his bed on love denied
Now I ain't gonna sleep tonight

Too late for the young gun
To lead a simple life
Too late for the young gun

This is the year of the knife