The Gun Song / The Ballad of Czolgosz
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It takes a lot of men to make a gun, Hundreds, Many men to make a gun: Men in the mines To dig the iron, Men in the mills To forge the steel, Men at machines To turn the barrel, Mold the trigger, Shape the wheel- It takes a lot of men to make a gun... One gun... And all you have to do Is move you little finger, Move your little finger and- You can change the world. Why should you be blue When you've your little finger? Prove how just a little finger Can change the world. I hate this gun... What a wonder is a gun! What a versatile invention! First of all, when you've a gun- Everybody pays attention. When you think what must be done, Think of all that it can do: Remove a scoundrel, Unite a party, Preserve the Union, Promote the sales of my book, Ensure my future, My niche in history, And then the world will see That I am not a man to overlook! Ha-ha! And all you have to do Is squeeze your little finger. Ease your little finger back- You can change the world. Whatever else is true, You trust your little finger. Just a single little finger Can change the world. I got this really great gun- Shit, where is it? No, it's really great- Wait- Shit, where is it? Anyway It's just a .38- But- It's a gun. You can make a statement- Wrong- With a gun- Even if you fail. It tells 'em who you are Where you stand. This one was on sale. It- no not the shoe- Well, actually the shoe was, too. No, that's not it- Shit, I had it here- Got it! Yeah! There it is! And all you have to do Is crook your little finger, your little finger 'round- Shit, I shot it... You can change the world. (Change the world) Simply follow through, And look, your little finger Can Slow them down To a crawl, Show them all, Big and small, It took a little finger No time To change the world. A gun kills many men before it's done, Hundreds, Long before you shoot the gun: Men in the mines And in the steel mills, Men at machines, Who died for what? Something to buy- A watch, a shoe, a gun, A thing to make the bosses richer, But a gun claims many men before it's done... Just One More. Czolgosz, Working man, Born in the middle of Michigan, Woke with a thought And away he ran To the Pan-American Exposition In Buffalo, In Buffalo. Saw of a sudden How things were run, Said, "Time's a-wasting It's nineteen-one. Some men have everything And some have none, So rise and shine In the U.S.A. You can work your way To the head of the line!" Single line, ladies and gentlemen. Line forms here to meet the President of the United States. Single line to shake hands with President William McKinley. Czolgosz, Quiet man, Worked out a quiet And simple plan, Strolled of a morning All spick and span, To the Temple Of Music By the Tower Of Light At the Pan-American Exposition In Buffalo, In Buffalo. Saw Bill McKinley there In the sun. Heard Bill McKinley say, "Folks, have fun! Some men have everything And some have none, But that's just fine: in the U.S.A. You can work your way To the head of the line!" Big Bill-! -Gave 'em a thrill. Big Bill-! -Sold 'em a bill. Big Bill-! -Who'd want to kill A man of good will Like-? Big Bill! Doesn't the President look Marvelous? So round and prosperous! Do you know what his favorite dish is? It was in the paper. Beef. I'm told that in his spare time he enjoys collecting coins! Czolgosz, Angry man, Said, "I will do what A poor man can. Yes, and there's nowhere More fitting than In the Temple Of Music By the Tower Of Light Between the Fountain Of Abundance And the Court of Lilies At the great Pan-American Exposition In Buffalo, In Buffalo. Wrapped him a handkerchief 'round his gun, Said, "Nothin' wrong about What I done. Some men have everything And some have none That's by design. The idea wasn't mine alone, But mine, And that's the sign In the U.S.A. You can have your say, You can set you goals And seize the day, You've been given the freedom To work your way To the head of the line- To the head of the line!"
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- Duration
- 07:12
- Tempo
- 103 BPM