Big Fun At Club Gun
Whenever it seems that peace may break out,
Sabres start rattling, and brave leaders shout:
“Are you talkin' to me?” “Are you talkin’ to me?”
And the sh!t hits the fan, so we all can stay free.
God, for sure, is on our side,
Where the brave and free reside.
As long as we keep sayin' our prayers,
He ain't never gonna be on theirs.
And always are small arms okay.
Never mind who's caught in harm's way.
Everybody's got the right to buy and bear 'em.
If folks toughen up, it ain't a-gonna scare 'em.
So we got us one or two nuts,
Spillin' a bit of blood and guts,
Praise the Lord, and pass the ammo.
Dress the people all in camo.
If you're a-wantin' to get to Paradise,
You gotta be a-flauntin’ the merchandise.
Semi or fully automatic,
Whichever makes you most dramatic.
Armour piercin' and hollow point,
Whatever helps you clear the joint.
Launchers of grenade and rocket.
Get your favourite – load and lock it.
On our show, they're droppin' the curtain.
Snowflake liberals are makin' certain.
So we might as well go out a-blastin'
Leave an impression, forever lastin'.
Copyright © Anthony Beck | Year Posted 2015
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