If you want I'll sell you a life story  About a man who's at loggerheads with his past all the time  He's alive and living in purgatory  All he's doing is rooming up in hotels  And scooping up lots of wine  There was once a boy of life  Who lived upon a knife  He took his share of everywhere  But he never took a wife...  He was born to live like a mercenary  Well personally I think that's fine  If you're in the right mind  He was burned by the twentieth century  Now he's doing time  In the back of his mind  He can hear them outside  Better run, Rabbit run  Run into the sun  Kick your heels in the killing fields  Run rabbit run  You're a son of a gun