Stop the Guns

You sayin' they holdin all the guns
Let 'em shoot first at the breakfast table
Stuff a Bible in their bacon & eggs
Say "You be Cain, & he's Abel"

But you hold the keys
The keys to heaven & hell
Give them their pass
And then wish them farewell
Or say "it's your fault you done fell"

You talkin' to the inmates at the jail
"Eat fish on fridays, don't say Goddamn"
Teach the kids Pilot's mother's name
But not the difference between a woman and man
(I say you need a new floorplan)

You blame their mother and father
You blame the Protestants and their lack of nuns
"It's okay, he'll just go to Hell"
Well what about the bullets & guns?

You may hold the keys
To keys to hell & heaven
But you can save that man
Workin' at the 7-11
By stoppin the AK-47

Take the guns, take the guns
Take the bullets and the knives
You can save souls while your savin' lives
Talk to the boys, show them some love
Change the path they trod
Don't leave the dirty work all to God

You may hold the keys
The keys to paradise
Don't leave your flock
Standed on ice
Give them a chance to be nice
Don't let 'em shoot
Once, twice, or thrice
Stop the guns at any price

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