I read a brand new paper About a man who had a thousand guns Lived in the southern states Ran 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 But 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
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 abused
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 Care to see or just wait (that's just great)
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