| Lyrics: | I count the corpse on my left,I find I'm not so tidy
So I better get away,better make it
today
I've cut twenty-three down since Friday
But I can't control it,my face is
drawn
My instinct still emotes it.
I slash them cold,I kill them dead
I broke
the gooks,I cracked their heads
I'll bomb them out from under the beds
But now I've got
the running gun blues
It seems the peacefuls stopped the war
Left generals squashed
and stifled
But I'll slip out again tonight
Cause they haven't taken back my
rifle
For I promote oblivion
And I'll plug a few civilians.
I'll slash them
cold,I'll kill them dead
I'll break them gooks,I'll cracked their heads
I'll slice them
till they're running red
But now I've got the running gun blues |
