Welcome to Gunville

Welcome to Gunville!
 He was twelve with a gun in his hand
 He was small but he felt large
 Now he could hold his head up high
 Said I am taking charge of this life
 I'm gonna shoot back when they pick on me
 I'm gonna shoot back
 Are we trigger happy or maybe trigger sad?
 Empty the chambers a living body ain't the same
 As a picture in a frame
 Go gold (?) still give her babies
 One on the street and one at home
 She hid the gun under the bed it was loaded
 He didn't know he was alone
 You can't take back it's over
 He's not coming back he's gone
 Fear created violence
 And violence means death
 Life is gone and we're proud of the blood we spill
 Every day here in Gunville
 Are we trigger happy
 Man just trigger sad