Guns

Take it from the playgrounds
 And take it from the bums
 Take it from the hospitals
 And squeeze it from the slums
 All the kids make pistols with
 Their fingers and their thumbs
 Advertise a revolution
 Arm it when it comes
 We're cooking up the zeros
 We've been doing all the sums
 The judgement of this court is
 "We need more guns"
 Stop
 
 Everything's gone so crazy
 Everything tangled in blue
 Everyone's going fucking crazy
 Maybe I'm crazy, too
 Meltdown all the trumpets
 All the trombones, and the drums
 Who needs education
 Or a thousand splendid suns
 Poor is good for business
 Cut the forests, they're so dumb
 Only save your look-alikes
 And fuck the other ones
 It's the opinion of this board that
 "We need more guns"
 Stop
 Everything's gone so crazy
 Everybody but you
 Everything's gone fucking crazy
 Maybe I'm crazy, too