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Текст песни John Cale - Gun

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Me and my partner we work on the runThe quick try to get quickerAnd the creepers get hungNow its you that got wasted tonight on the jobOne lost his liquorAnd the other lost his handTen sticky thumb prints on the door and the sinkBut nothin saw nothin - just smell the stinkFive hundred mugshots and a hundred to oneFour forgotten and the rest just wont comeWhen youve begun to think like a gunThe rest of the year has already goneWhen youve begun to think like a gunThe days of the year have suddenly gone(well) blood on the windows and blood on the wallsBlood on the ceiling and down in the hallsAnd the papers keep downing on everything I burnedAnd the people getting restless but theyll never learnI picked up a doctor - hes good with a knifeSays anaesthetics a waste of his timeWorks in a hurry but always worthwhileKnows they wont be back for a long long timeTop of the staircase was ready to fallWe were still waiting downstairs in the hallWatch out for big mama, shell set you on fireOr go for your neck with the chicken wireWhen youve begun to think like a gunThe days of the year have suddenly goneOnce youve begun to think like a gunThe days of the year have already goneMother of plenty, mother of noneYouve got me cornered and still on the runI dont care nothing about you anywayStuck in this hole Im on my wayYeah when youve begun to live like a gunThe days of the year have already goneWhen youve begun to think like a gunThe days of the year have suddenly gone

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