Apple Pie and A .45

Mama's readin' "Guns & Ammo" Sippin' lemonade Baby's in the backyard Tossin' hand grenades Grandpa's shootin' dinner Some possum and some squirrel Last night they ended up shooting Our neighbor's baby girl Everybody's so upset Every person in the town But that can't bring a life back After it's shot down Give me apple pie and a .45 AK-47 with a shake on the side Don't bother runnin' 'cause you can't hide Give me apple pie and a .45 We go to church on Sunday Like the Lord told us to 'Til the day a madman Shot up all the pews The blood flowed like water Just like cherry wine The local undertaker said "You'll have to wait in line" Seventeen souls sent to heaven Seventeen bodies to the grave One man sent to prison We're all hoping he'll be saved Give me apple pie and a .45 AK-47 a shake on the side Don't bother runnin' 'cause you can't hide Give me apple pie and a .45 Apple pie and a .45 AR-15 with a shake on the side How many kids gonna have to die Give me apple pie and a .45 Bang bang rat a tat Life's over just like that Boom boom, pop pop When we gonna make it stop? Somebody told Bobby That he wasn't cool So he ended up shootin' All the other kids in school His teachers were all shocked Scout leader was surprised Bobby was so quiet Just a really nice guy Can't seem to stop the funerals Though we say we care All we got for those families Is our thoughts and all our prayers Give me apple pie and a .45 AK-47 with a shake on the side How many kids gonna have to die Give me apple pie and a .45 Give me apple pie and a .45 AR-15 a shake on the side How many kids gonna have to die Give me apple pie and a .45