"Running Gun Blues" lyrics

"Running Gun Blues"

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 them 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 peaceful 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 'til 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 'til they're running red
But now I've got the running gun blues


Writer(s): David Bowie
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