"GUN-RIGHTS BLUES" [2014]


Nine shot dead on Bourbon Street

And a hundred more tomorrow, if you know what I mean

Kill all the kids: The American Dream

Now there ain't enough room on your television screen

And no classroom is safe from the barrel, it seems

Better run, better run

These cowboys are free

We can't sing enough songs, we can't paint enough scenes

To stop the news of slaughter when there's one every week

 

Fire away, fire away

Fire one more round

And we'll all just go along

With the body count

Fire away, fire away

Fire one more round

Singin' gun­-rights blues

In a funeral town

 

What good is your amendment and your ancient rhetoric

When our precious children die for you to keep your bullets?

Now I've thought long and hard, just how could it be worth it?

How could you think your right is worth the blood of innocent

Civilians,  my America, lie slain at your feet

That's the price of your freedom

Do you believe that it’s cheap?

Another vigil in a park, another tear in candlelight

If no one's willing to say it, then I will tonight

That shootin' bullets at a gun is an animal's fight

And your lust for a trigger is a crime in God's eyes

It's a sin in your God's eyes

I'm sure of it!

 

Fire away, fire away

Fire one more round

And we'll all just go along

With the body count

Fire away, fire away

Fire one more round

Singin' gun-­rights blues

Singin' gun­-rights blues

I got those gun-­rights blues

And they're spreadin' all around