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



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Writer(s): Christopher Anthony John Martin, Guy Rupert Berryman, Jonathan Mark Buckland, William Champion
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