| Me and my partner we work on the run | |
| The quick try to get quicker | |
| And the creepers get hung | |
| Now it's 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 won't come | |
| When you've begun to think like a gun | |
| The rest of the year has already gone | |
| When you've 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 they'll never learn | |
| I picked up a doctor - he's good with a knife | |
| Says anaesthetic's a waste of his time | |
| Works in a hurry but always worthwhile | |
| Knows they won't 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, she'll set you on fire | |
| Or go for your neck with the chicken wire | |
| When you've begun to think like a gun | |
| The days of the year have suddenly gone | |
| Once you've begun to think like a gun | |
| The days of the year have already gone | |
| Mother of plenty, mother of none | |
| You've got me cornered and still on the run | |
| I don't care nothing about you anyway | |
| Stuck in this hole i'm on my way | |
| Yeah when you've begun to live like a gun | |
| The days of the year have already gone | |
| When you've begun to think like a gun | |
| The days of the year have suddenly gone |