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 itI 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 bluesIt 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 civiliansI'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 bluesI'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 bluesOh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
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