Runnig Gun Blues
I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm not so tidySo I better get away, better make it today,I've cut twenty-three down since FridayBut I can't control it, my face is drawn,My instinct still emotes it.
I slash them cold, I kill them deadI broke the gooks, I cracked their headsI'll bomb them out from under their bedsBut now I've got the running gun blues.
It 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 civilians.
I'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.