Merica

Filthy blue jeans
Tennessee whiskey
My home is protected by the good Lord
Holler if you here me
If you getting near me
The forty forties get to squealing
Wear the second amendment on my Sleeve
So help me Jesus
They're talking nonsense
Thinking that they going to take my Guns away
Ha ha ha
They're just trying take my fun away
Hello
Oh hi Miss Hemmingway
Shooting
At School
What
Today
Dear God
How dare you take my son away
I went every God damn last Sunday Donated on my knees in the church To pray
What If a good guy with an Ak
Right time
Right place
Got in the way when he started to Spray
Ready for the melee
Got one eye closed
The good guy pull that chrome
And the bad guy froze
Now there's blood drippin all off his Hands and clothes
Bodies filled with holes
No hope
Cus the good guys all stayed home
Nothing but dead kids
And parents sittin here all crying Watching caskets close
What is gun reform
Without background checks
When the N.R.A. can just sit and Pass Out checks
But I love my guns too
I know my rights
Maybe we all just need a little bit of Sacrifice
I said love my guns too
We've been taught to
Not a criminal
I might just pull it out to taunt you
Fuck every politician hope these stats Will haunt you
Lining all their pockets with a Handsome eyeful
America

Something's got to change



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Writer(s): Edward Stark
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