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-------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------I promote oblivion   And I-----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.