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 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 crack their heads I´ll slice them till they´re running red But now I´ve got the running gun blues
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