Album: The La's

Son Of A Gun

Wa-ant..
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 up 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
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