Paroles Gun John Cale

Gun

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