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