Son of a Gun

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 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

You 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

He was born to live like a mercenary

Well personally, I think that's fine if you're in the right mind