David Bowie — Running Gun Blues

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I count the corpses 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 slashed them cold, I killed 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 crack their heads
I’ll slice them till they’re running red
But now I’ve got the running gun blues