| Guns I read a brand new paper The man who had a thousand guns Lived in the southern States Well away from everyone Felt it wasn't safe Even in the southern States I read a brand new paper Walking down my own street The man with a thousand guns Has taken to his feet He felt it wasn't safe Even in the southern States He thought that he might die What was he frightened by? Anyone with a gun Well every stranger's danger Everybody has one But alone and hungry He couldn't eat his guns (bridge) I watched my television Sitting on the floor The window man was watching Me and a million more He read me the news Someone's getting their dues He thought that we might die He wasn't frightened why? Everyone has a bomb It's a passing danger Or so he said Everybody has one Courtesy of Judge Dread |