Stuck in this hole, I'm well on my way
The days of the year have suddenly gone
Or go for your neck with the chicken wire
The rest of the year has already gone
Four forgotten and the rest just won't come
Mother of plenty, mother of none
We were still waiting downstairs in the hall
It's you that got wasted tonight on the job
People getting restless but they'll never learn
Top of the staircase was ready to fall
Well, watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire
But nothin' saw nothin', just smell the stink
Says anesthetic's a waste of his time
When you've begun to think like a gun
When you've begun to think like a gun
One lost his liquor and the other lost his hand
When you've begun to think like a gun
You've got me cornered and still on the run
Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls
Works in a hurry but always worthwhile
I picked up a doctor, he's good with a knife
Blood on the windows and blood on the walls
The rest of the year has already gone
Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink
I don't care nothing about you anyway
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
Papers keep pounding on everything I burned
When you've begun to think like a gun
When you've begun to think like a gun
Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one
Knows they won't be back for a long, long, long time
