Take it from the playgrounds
And take it from the bums
Take it from the hospitals
And squeeze it from the slums

All the kids make pistols with
Their fingers and their thumbs
Advertise a revolution
Arm it when it comes
We're cooking up the zeros
We've been doing all the sums
The judgement of this court is
We need more guns

Stop!

Everything's gone so crazy
Everything tangled in blue
Everyone's going fucking crazy
Maybe I'm crazy, too

Meltdown all the trumpets, all the trombones, and the drums
Who needs education, or "a thousand splendid suns"
Poor is good for business
Cut the forests, they're so dumb
Only save your look alikes
And fuck the other ones
It's the opinion of this board that
We need more guns

Stop!

Everything's gone so crazy
Everybody but you
Everything's gone fucking crazy
Maybe I'm crazy, too