You're buying fear by the bushel. It comes with insecurity
How dare someone try to cut you off when you have an extra magazine
Beneath that shell of BS bravado lies a terrified young simpleton
Your aims and motives are off target much to your own chagrin
Down goes a mother's son. Down goes another one
To arms to arms, all you cowards, you fight back to show them that you do go hard
You look so brave and patriotic on your stupid fucking little christmas card
Your thoughts and prayers, cards and letters can't compete with money, that is #1
Just like that song by Concrete Blond, Have mercy on us, everyone
Politicians being bought and sold for fun
Legislation being stymied by the dumb
Praying to the patron saint of shoot and run