Guns

Take it from the playgrounds And take it from the bums Take it from the hospitals And squeeze it from the slums All the kids make pistols with Their fingers and their thumbs Advertise a revolution Arm it when it comes We're cooking up the zeros We've been doing all the sums The judgement of this court is "We need more guns" Stop Everything's gone so crazy Everything tangled in blue Everyone's going fucking crazy Maybe I'm crazy, too Meltdown all the trumpets All the trombones, and the drums Who needs education Or a thousand splendid suns Poor is good for business Cut the forests, they're so dumb Only save your look-alikes And fuck the other ones It's the opinion of this board that "We need more guns" Stop Everything's gone so crazy Everybody but you Everything's gone fucking crazy Maybe I'm crazy, too