The sun is on the century and we are armed to the teeth all working together now to make our lives mercifully brief And school kids keep trying to teach us, 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 for the available arsenal and saunters Off to make the news and the women in the middle are What poor women have known, that the edge is closer Than you think, when the men the guns home, look at where The profits are, how you'll 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 to make a pretty penny And they're going to hell, he said, "The chickens all come home To roost", forecast the flood, are we really going to sleep Through another century while the profit off our blood
Yeah, it may some doing to see this 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, open fire on the NRA and all the lies told us Along the way, open fire on each weapons
he's giving head to some republican senator and if I hear One more time, about a right to his tools of rage I'm take all my friends and I'm going to move to Canada And going to die of old age