Текст песни David Bowie - Running Gun Blues, слова песни David Bowie

Текст песни David Bowie - Running Gun Blues

David Bowie - Running Gun Blues слова песни

I count the corpses on my left, I find I`m not so tidySo I better get away, better make it todayI`ve cut twenty-three down since FridayBut I can`t control it, my face is drawnMy instinct still emotes itI slash them cold, I kill them deadI broke the gooks, I cracked their headsI`ll bomb them out from under the bedsBut now I`ve got the running gun bluesIt 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 civiliansI`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

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Running Gun Blues

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