White Winged Dove

I can play this guitar, I can sing a few notes, I'm old enough now in this country to vote So I wrote me a song 'bout the white winged dove And a toy gun for Christmas in place of love. I hear the children yell with their hands on a gun I'm better than you are 'cause I got one... My playmates respect me, my Mommy does too Cause she bought it for me to shoot whenever I choose. Sometimes I wish this gun it was real But I can pretend that it's made out of steel. Bullets and powder and a trigger to pull. Then I'd be grown-up like the rest of the world. Just a toy, just a toy, just a toy, Just a toy, just a toy, just a toy, A real one, a steel one, just a toy. When I grow up it will be okay To join the army and to vote someday Like my Mommy, my country will give me a gun To use like I did my old toy one. Nobody is born with the urge to kill You learn it as you live and you live as you will So buy your kids a toy gun so they will have the right To kill mankind like a dove's last flight. The blood of this world is mixed with tears Guns have been around for hundreds of years. If that's the way you want it then that's the way it is 'Cause the world is what you make it and we made it blood red. Daddy, oh Daddy, buy me some love, I dreamed last night I killed a white winged dove. Everybody was dead except for three things: Me, my gun and the dog-gone dream. In my dream the dove she tried to fly, My toy gun killed her and I watched her die. Then the wind sang soft like a tear from above Your Daddy cannot buy back the white winged dove. Just a toy, just a toy, just a toy, Just a toy, just a toy, just a toy, A real one, a steel one, just a toy.