Guards

We're kids on the corner, we're sure as hell That daddy's got a gun that he cannot draw We hear you're carrying yours as well We're calling, we're calling, we're calling We're calling you Christians and cutters we all confess On twenty-one channels, each day one less You can't keep shooting the camera test We're calling, we're calling, we're calling, We're calling Some guards call it the forward slash Others can't talk with a knife in their back We're call call calling We're call call calling We're calling Got a king but he's sailling his robe A kid kissed him and he turned to a toad The queen screamed but it came out a croak And if you listen you can still hear them singing Your dog's on the phone, are you out or in? Another day dead is a week for him You can't keep huffing the oxygen We're calling, we're calling, we're calling, We're calling Some guards call it the forward slash Others can't talk with a knife in their back We're call call calling We're call call calling We're calling you