[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] I slash them cold, I k** 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 [Verse 2] It seems the peacefuls stopped the war Left generals squashed and stifled But I'll slip out again tonight Because they haven't taken back my rifle For I promote oblivion And I'll plug a few civilians [Chorus] I'll slash them cold, I'll k** 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