My ears are tired of gunshots
My eyes are tired of tears
Hear? My ears are tired of gunshots
My eyes are tired of tears
Of lives ruled by bile and blood
And driven by a cavalry of fears
Sleepless nights, restless days
Incontinent breeches, heedless triggers
Say, sleepless nights, restless days
Incontinent breeches, heedlesstriggers
Reckless bloodlust of the powerful insane
Ruled by primitive passions and itchy fingers
In the house just down my street
A mother mournsthe shooting of an only child
Haah, in the house just down my street
A mother mourns the murder of an only child
A gunman mows down a dozen at a shopping mall
All part of a culture wantonly wild
Guns, guns, guns
Guns everywhere
Say, guns, guns, guns
Guns every where
The only gods we trust
That decree our every affair
An eight-year old comes to school
With a pistol in his bag
Yes, eight-year old comes to school
With a pistol in his bag
He shoots his teacher, then his mate,
Before the prideful gaze of the nation’s flag
and then