Take it from the playgrounds
And take it from the bums
Take if 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 zeroes
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 and 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 splendid suns’
Poor is good for business
Cut the forests, they’re so dumb
Only save your lookalikes
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
Everyone’s gone fucking crazy
Maybe I’m crazy too