Lyric 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 the 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