Guns Are For... - Youth Brigade

Tommy was a good boy, no one ever dreamed, he’d do such a foolish thing,

then mom heard the screams

He’d been told a million times, these were not toys

Why don’t you ask the dead what guns are for, what guns are for

Now he’s lying in a pool of blood, his friends puking on the floor Dad’s magnum

lying by the door, how could this happen here

He’d been told a million times, these were not toys

Why don’t you ask the dead what guns are for

Bang bang, you’re dead, play the little kids, growing up on T. V

Hell, people been killing people all through the centuries

Scream about the constitution, how the government must listen

The people have the right to keep and bear arms

NRA and politicians, semi-automatic weapons

The people have the right to shoot and kill

People kill people, guns are just tools, but they are made for just one thing,

and that’s to kill

He’d been told a million times, these were not toys

Why don’t you ask the dead what guns are for

What guns are for

Scream about the constitution, how the government must listen

The people have the right to keep and bear arms

NRA and politicians, semi-automatic weapons

The people have the right to shoot and kill