No More Guns
Call Me Córdoba
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You can read it in the journals You can smell a country's fear 91% of kids killed by bullets are living here You can talk about the left and right You can blame it on the news You can give us guns and Tactical Light Operator Suits You can call upon the documents You can shout Amendment Two You can sell hellfire, Congressman, but the Lord is watching you So, men of state, the hour is late To consecrate the dead What Lincoln said, goes through my head And angels sing above my bed No more guns No more dead daughters and sons No more guns Let my friends be the last ones With malice towards none And charity for all Brother you don't need your gun Anymore at all We can count to 17 And we can count 1000 more Columbine, Chicago, LA, Parkland End this war Men of state, the hour is late To consecrate the dead What Lincoln said, goes through my head And angels sing above my bed No more guns No more dead daughters and sons No more guns Let my friends be the last ones No more guns No more lost daughters and sons No more guns Let my friends be the last ones
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