Thoughts & Prayers

Friday night, turn the radio on
My beer is stone cold
My favorite country song
Fills the air in my truck
Makes my baby momma swoon

They interrupt my perfect small town cool
Another crazy city fella
Shot up another school
And now they'll come for my guns
Just because
Sometimes the Devil
Grabs a loon

It ain't fair to be persecuted
For what another man done did
You see a problem
You straight up shoot it
It's what I was taught
It's what I will teach my kid

I'm sending you my thoughts and prayers
Now let me tell you what those are
I thought of you gettin' mauled by bears
And I prayed you'd get run over by a car!

'F you been huntin' all day
You need to spray them
Wanna ask those Newtown actors
Who paid 'em
Cause God's honest truth
Don't need to mess with no facts
(Oh, don't you hate them fa*s)

Trigger makes me happy
Barrel makes me hard
Them boys keep the Free World free—
I do my part
Ain't no government wrote me a check
That I didn't cash!

Ain't wrong if you didn't ax
(It ain't wrong)

I'm sending you my thoughts and prayers
Now let me tell you what those are
I thought you might get mauled by bears
And then I prayed you'd get run over by a car

Or bears in a car
(Don' matter the kind of bear)
(Don' matter the kind of car)

I thought it's too much work to pretend to care
And I pray they don't have mainstream news
On any TV's in the bar



Credits
Writer(s): Gom Jabbar, Plamen Arnaudov
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