Lyrics Hired Gun - Abney Park

He ain't here for your revolution.
He's only here for gold
And he'll take his pay,
On any day,
From any army in the fold
He didn't come cause he loves your company
Didn't come 'cause shared your views
He didn't come from a common vision
He's not following your muse
He's won't stick by you through thick and thin
He doesn't have your back
...and if the funds run short that bastard,
Wont take any flack
If you think that you can trust him,
If you think he can win the war,
Try mentioning that there's no pay,
And he'll soon be out the door
He's a hired gun
Takes his money and runs
This wars not his scene
He's just a killing machine
He's a hired gun
Takes his money and runs
This wars not his scene
He's just a killing machine
He'll only do what he find easiest,
Easiest to still get paid
And if some one is bleeding tired
They won't get in his way
He wont lift a hand to help you
Not until he can see the cash
He dont care if your gonna win or lose
|t if it wont affect his Stache
If he can't get paid fighting for your Cause
He's not stickin' to your side
He'll take your gear throw it on his horse
And Sell it to the other side
He doesn't care if your family's Starved
Doesn't care if your family's died
If he sees there a buck to make
There'll be a sparkle in his eye
He's a hired gun
Takes his money and runs
This wars not his scene
He's just a killing machine
He's a hired gun
Takes his money and runs
This wars not his scene
He's just a killing machine