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
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 He was born to live like a mercenary
 Well personally, I think that's fine if you're in the right mind