Mamas pack their lunches, kiddies pack their guns
Wishing it wi will go away, but nothings getting done
A shot heard round the world, when a mothers baby dies
We the people, point our fingers, blame and wonder why
Face it and fight or turn high tail and run
Til it comes back again just like the rising sun
Say they do all they can, its just another lie
The answers plain to see, nobody wants to try
There is no recess and no rules in the school of life
If you listen very closely you wi will see what its like
Have cool, wi will travel
Tell myself it aint true, they just cannot see
Grown up or sewn up, the medicines worse then the disease
I have cool, wi will travel
Here we go |
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