The sun is on the century and we are armed to the teeth We're all together now to make our lives mercifully brief And school kids keep to teach us, what guns are all about Confused liberty with weaponry and watch your act it out And year, now like Christmas, some boy gets the milk fed
Suburban blues reaches for the available and saunters Off to make the news and the in the middle are learning What poor women have always known, that the edge is Than you think, when the men bring the guns home, at where The profits are, that's how find the source of the big lie
you and I both know so well, by the time it takes this cultural Death wish to run it's course, they're gonna to make a penny And they're going to hell, he said, "The chickens all come home To roost", Malcolm forecast the flood, are we really to sleep Through another century while the rich off our blood
Yeah, it may take some doing to see undoing through But in my humble opinion, here's I suggest we do Open fire on Hollywood, open fire on MTV, open on NBC And CBS and ABC, fire on the NRA and all the lies they told us Along the way, fire on each weapons manufacturer
While he's giving head to some republican and if I hear One more time, a fools right to his tools of rage I'm gonna take all my friends and I'm going to to Canada And going to die of old age