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Me and my partner we work on the run

The quick try to get quicker

And the creepers get hung

Now its you that got wasted tonight on the job

One lost his liquor

And the other lost his hand



Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink

But nothin saw nothin - just smell the stink

Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one

Four forgotten and the rest just wont come



When youve begun to think like a gun

The rest of the year has already gone

When youve begun to think like a gun

The days of the year have suddenly gone



(well) blood on the windows and blood on the walls

Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls

And the papers keep downing on everything I burned

And the people getting restless but theyll never learn



I picked up a doctor - hes good with a knife

Says anaesthetics a waste of his time

Works in a hurry but always worthwhile

Knows they wont 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, shell set you on fire

Or go for your neck with the chicken wire



When youve begun to think like a gun

The days of the year have suddenly gone

Once youve begun to think like a gun

The days of the year have already gone



Mother of plenty, mother of none

Youve got me cornered and still on the run

I dont care nothing about you anyway

Stuck in this hole Im on my way



Yeah when youve begun to live like a gun

The days of the year have already gone

When youve begun to think like a gun

The days of the year have suddenly gone

Me and my partner we work on the run

The quick try to get quicker

And the creepers get hung

Now its you that got wasted tonight on the job

One lost his liquor

And the other lost his hand



Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink

But nothin saw nothin - just smell the stink

Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one

Four forgotten and the rest just wont come



When youve begun to think like a gun

The rest of the year has already gone

When youve begun to think like a gun

The days of the year have suddenly gone



(well) blood on the windows and blood on the walls

Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls

And the papers keep downing on everything I burned

And the people getting restless but theyll never learn



I picked up a doctor - hes good with a knife

Says anaesthetics a waste of his time

Works in a hurry but always worthwhile

Knows they wont 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, shell set you on fire

Or go for your neck with the chicken wire



When youve begun to think like a gun

The days of the year have suddenly gone

Once youve begun to think like a gun

The days of the year have already gone



Mother of plenty, mother of none

Youve got me cornered and still on the run

I dont care nothing about you anyway

Stuck in this hole Im on my way



Yeah when youve begun to live like a gun

The days of the year have already gone

When youve begun to think like a gun

The days of the year have suddenly gone

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