Now me and my partner we work on the run The quick try to get quicker And the creepers get hung Now it's you that got wasted tonight on the job One lost his liquor And the other lost his head
Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink But nothin' saw nothin' - just smelt' the stink Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one Four forgotten and the rest just won't come When you've begun to think like a gun The rest of the year has already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone
Blood on the windows and blood on the walls Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls And the papers keep pounding on everything I burned And the people getting restless but they'll never learn
I picked up a doctor - he's good with a knife Says anaesthetic's a waste of his time Works in a hurry but always worthwhile Knows they won't be back for a long long time
Top of the staircase was ready to fall We were still waiting downstairs in the hall Watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire Or go for your neck with the chicken wire
When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone Once you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have already gone
Mother of plenty, mother of none You've got me cornered and still on the run I don't care nothing 'bout you anyway Stuck in this hole I'm well on my way When you've begun to live like a gun The days of the year have already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
