LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeRunning Gun Blues
I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm not so tidySo I better get away, better make it todayI've cut twenty-three down since FridayBut I can't control it, my face is drawnMy instinct still emotes itI slash them cold, I kill them deadI broke the gooks, I cracked their headsI'll bomb them out from under the bedsBut now I've got the running gun bluesIt seems the peacefuls stopped the warLeft generals squashed and stifledBut I'll slip out again tonightCause they haven't taken back my rifleFor I promote oblivionAnd I'll plug a few civiliansI'll slash them cold, I'll kill them deadI'll break them gooks, I'll crack their headsI'll slice them till they're running redBut now I've got the running gun bluesI'll slash them cold, I'll kill them deadI'll break them gooks, I'll crack their headsI'll slice them till they're running redBut now I've got the running gun blues
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