Bullets fly, and we wonder why. Guns in hand, so you can make a stand. You look away, for a safer day… but, the bullets fly in a school hallway! Another death, added to the pile. Another loss, stretched for fucking miles. Don’t hold your breath, for a change to come. The starred and striped, march to their war drum. Oh, make sure to teach ‘em well, pumping hate into each and every blood cell… and give ‘em hell, if what you tell doesn’t sit well. Give ‘em hell! Another death, added to the pile. Another loss, stretching for fucking miles. Don’t hold your breath, for a change to come. The starred and striped, march to their war drum. War drum! War drum! War drum!
