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
