Running Gun Blues — текст песни (bowie david)

I count the corpse 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 cracked their heads
I`ll slice them till they`re running red
But now I`ve got the running gun blues