MOG

When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone
Stuck in this hole I'm on my way
You've got me cornered and still on the run
I picked up a doctor, he's good with a knife
Now it's you that got wasted tonight on the job
When you've begun to think like a gun
Blood on the windows and blood on the walls

We were still waiting downstairs in the hall
But nothin' saw nothin', just smell the stink
Yeah, when you've begun to live like a gun

Watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire
One lost his liquor and the other lost his hand
And the people getting restless but they'll never learn

Or go for your neck with the chicken wire
The days of the year have already gone
Top of the staircase was ready to fall
When you've begun to think like a gun

Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink

The rest of the year has already gone
Four forgotten and the rest just won't come
Mother of plenty, mother of none
I don't care nothing about you anyway
(Well)
Once you've begun to think like a gun
Says anesthetic's a waste of his time
And the papers keep downing on everything I burned
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have already gone

Works in a hurry but always worthwhile

Knows they won't be back for a long long time
The days of the year have suddenly gone
Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one
Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls