Текст песни Gun - Siouxsie & The Banshees
                                                Now 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                partner 
                                                we 
                                                work 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                run
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                quick 
                                                try 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                quicker
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                creepers 
                                                get 
                                                hung
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                it′s 
                                                you 
                                                that 
                                                got 
                                                wasted 
                                                tonight 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                job
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                lost 
                                                his 
                                                liquor
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                other 
                                                lost 
                                                his 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ten 
                                                sticky 
                                                thumb 
                                                prints 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                door 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                sink
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                nothin' 
                                                saw 
                                                nothin′ 
-                                                just 
                                                smelt' 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                papers 
                                                keep 
                                                pounding 
                                                on 
                                                everything 
                                                    I 
                                                burned
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                people 
                                                getting 
                                                restless 
                                                but 
                                                they'll 
                                                never 
                                                learn
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                picked 
                                                up 
                                                    a 
                                                doctor 
-                                                he′s 
                                                good 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                knife
 
                                    
                                
                                                Says 
                                                anaesthetic'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
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                were 
                                                still 
                                                waiting 
                                                downstairs 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                hall
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                year 
                                                have 
                                                suddenly 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Once 
                                                you've 
                                                begun 
                                                to 
                                                think 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                gun
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                year 
                                                have 
                                                already 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mother 
                                                of 
                                                plenty, 
                                                mother 
                                                of 
                                                none
 
                                    
                                
                                                You've 
                                                got 
                                                me 
                                                cornered 
                                                and 
                                                still 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                run
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don′t 
                                                care 
                                                nothing 
                                                ′bout 
                                                you 
                                                anyway
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stuck 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                hole 
                                                I'm 
                                                well 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you′ve 
                                                begun 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                gun
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                year 
                                                have 
                                                already 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you've 
                                                begun 
                                                to 
                                                think 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                gun
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                year 
                                                have 
                                                suddenly 
                                                gone
 
                                    
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