Текст песни Bowie, David - Running Gun Blues

RUNNING GUN BLUES from The Man Who Sold The World 

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 the gooks I'll crack their heads
I'll slice them till they're running red 
But now I've got the running gun blues

I'll slash them cold I'll kill them dead 
I'll break the gooks I'll crack their heads
I'll slice them till they're running red 
But now I've got the running gun blues

Repeat until fade...