Guns

Take it from the playgrounds

And take it from the bums

Take it from the hospitals

And squeeze it from the slums

All the kids make pistols

With their fingers and their thumbs

Advertise a revolution

Arm it when it comes

We're cooking up the zeros

We've been doing all the sums

The judgement of this court is

We need more guns

Stop

Everything's gone so crazy

Everything tangled in blue

Everyone's going fucking crazy

Maybe I'm crazy too

Melt down all the trumpets

All the trombones and the drums

Who needs education

Or "a thousand splendid suns"?

Poor is good for business

Cut the forests, they're so dumb

Only save your look-alikes

And fuck the other ones

It's the opinion of this board that

We need more guns

Stop

Everything's gone so crazy

Everybody but you

Everything's gone fucking crazy

Maybe I'm crazy too