Son Of A Gun - The La's

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 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