Big Gun

I see you standing taller than the rest of us
You got your megaphone hanging on
Rose-colored glasses
Everything you see
The groveling masses
You need the world to agree
With what you believe
In order not to feel alone
Well pardon me for being bored
It's just I've heard this shit before

Big man, big mouth, big gun
Big god, big truck
You got a lot of big things, big boy
But none of it is love
Big hand on a big stick
Big brother with a dirty trick
Well I'm not impressed, I couldn't care less
For your insecure little man big bullshit

It's the land of the free
Where everyone's afraid of the terror at their door
So let's call the world police
They'll do what's right, I'm sure
We keep feeding our children love and peace
The food and medicine are poison
But if the way to peace is war
Why has it never fucking worked before

Big man, big mouth, big gun
Big god, cheap fuck
You got a lot of big things, big boy
But none of it is love
Big hand on a big stick
Big brother with a dirty trick
Well I'm not impressed, no I couldn't care less
For your insecure little man big bullshit

Big man, big mouth, big gun
Big god, cheap fuck
You got a lot of big things, big boy
But none of it is love
Big hand on a big stick
Big brother with a dirty trick
Well I'm not impressed, no I couldn't care less
For your insecure little man big bullshit

Insecure little man big bullshit
Insecure little man big bullshit



Credits
Writer(s): Clinton Wells
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