You Better Have a Gun

Have a gun
Have a gun

Well, there's a little boy soldier
He's growing much older
Carrying his pistol, point it in the rain
He's got a heart of pain
It's a hard-ass game

There's a little boy soldier
Cookie-cut boulders
Filling in the backdrop, killing for a laptop, hey
Everybody got paid
We're in the hall of shame
And they told him, they say

You better have a gun
Living in the land of God
Red, white, and blue streaks pouring out from the sun
You better have a gun
You better have a gun
Living in the land of God
Red, white, and blue streaks pouring out from the sun
You better have a gun, ooh, yeah

Little red rider
Stayed up inside of
A cardboard kingdom, counting his blessing and tears
All of your sins
Are maybe all of your fears (know that's right)

A young teenager
Chilling with a razor
Living in the badlands, running from the madman now
It was hard to get in
But now it's hard to get out
I tell you, I say

You better have a gun
Living in the land of God
Red, white, and blue streaks pouring out from the sun
Oh, you better have a gun
You better have a gun
Living in the land of God
See the red, white, and blue streaks pouring out from the sun
You better have a gun

Voter crack smoker
Kill 'em with a choker
Jogging in Georgia, kids playing music too loud (kids play music)
Boom, bang, kill, pow (too loud, don't know how)
Like we don't know how, ooh, yeah

I said you better have a gun (you better have a gun)
Living in the land of God (living in the land of God)
Red, white, and blue streaks pouring out from the sun (oh-oh-oh)
Oh, you better have a gun
You better have a gun (you better have a gun)
Living in the land of God (living in the land of God)
Red, white, and blue streaks pouring out from the sun
You better have a gun