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