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 slash them cold, I kill them dead

I broke the gooks, I cracked their heads

I'll bomb them out from under their 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.

Songtext: Bowie, David