Lyrics Hiss Golden Messenger – John The Gun

Though I’m torn and tattered
I’ll abide
Baby, I swear I’ll abide

I may be bruised and battered

Yes, I was down in Bristol
Well, I was an angel under the law

Yes, now I’m outside Hazard
Where they learned to call me
John the Gun

Will you come and see me
If it’s all the same?

Fading like roses
I’ve got so much love in me

And oh, the Sisters of Mercy
They were singing
Singing my song

In this deeply gone world, babe
I’m singing
Singing my song