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Now me and my partner we work on the run The quick try to get quicker and the creepers get hung It's you that got wasted tonight on the job One lost his liquor, 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 Blood on the windows and blood on the walls Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls Papers keep pounding and everything that burns People getting restless but they'll never learn I picked up a doctor he's good with a knife Says anesthetic'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 Letras de cancionesWe were still waiting downstairs in the hall Well, 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 rest of the year has already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone Mother of plenty, mother of none You've got me cornered I'm still on the run I don't care nothing about you anyway Stuck in this hole I'm well on my way 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 From Letras Mania