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 gone fucking crazy Maybe I'm crazy too Melt down all the trumpets All the trombones and the drums Who needs education? Or a thousand spent at sums Poor is good for business Cut the forest, 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