Random Blues: (Guns, guns, guns)

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