Loose Change
I swear there's something you forgot
When there was something, and now there's not
You know that you have lost your mind
When there are things you just can't find
Assigning meaning to your thoughts
Why can't they just be kind?
To the people, to their eyes
I'm the bird that's in the skies
Can't they see that I'm defined
By so much more?
I'm the good guy with the gun
I'm America's favorite son
Bang bang, I cut the center of the crowd
Great aim, I bring the target down
I turn to face the crowd around
Tell me who's next, tell me who's next
To the people, to their mind
I'm the chosen, I'm divine
I secure their afterlife
Like the preacher
I descend the heaven door
Taped with spine to my C4
Golly, I'd shoot and shoot for days
Good thing I keep the Family safe
God bless these free United States
Conserving me
From my lips unto the sky
I accept the sacrifice
Of all of those that had to die
So I can play like a GI
From the cradle to the grave
I was always born to save
I'm the decider of fates
I might pick yours
Hear my pockets rattle
Full of ammo and loose change
Now our nation's children
Have murder in their veins
Thoughts and prayers for people
Who walk into my sight range
Gun 'em down like
Computers in games
Hear my pockets rattle
Full of ammo and loose change
Now our nation's children
Have murder in their veins
Thoughts and prayers for people
Who walk into my sight range
Gun 'em down like
Computers in games
When there was something, and now there's not
You know that you have lost your mind
When there are things you just can't find
Assigning meaning to your thoughts
Why can't they just be kind?
To the people, to their eyes
I'm the bird that's in the skies
Can't they see that I'm defined
By so much more?
I'm the good guy with the gun
I'm America's favorite son
Bang bang, I cut the center of the crowd
Great aim, I bring the target down
I turn to face the crowd around
Tell me who's next, tell me who's next
To the people, to their mind
I'm the chosen, I'm divine
I secure their afterlife
Like the preacher
I descend the heaven door
Taped with spine to my C4
Golly, I'd shoot and shoot for days
Good thing I keep the Family safe
God bless these free United States
Conserving me
From my lips unto the sky
I accept the sacrifice
Of all of those that had to die
So I can play like a GI
From the cradle to the grave
I was always born to save
I'm the decider of fates
I might pick yours
Hear my pockets rattle
Full of ammo and loose change
Now our nation's children
Have murder in their veins
Thoughts and prayers for people
Who walk into my sight range
Gun 'em down like
Computers in games
Hear my pockets rattle
Full of ammo and loose change
Now our nation's children
Have murder in their veins
Thoughts and prayers for people
Who walk into my sight range
Gun 'em down like
Computers in games
Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Feustel
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