No More Guns

It’s early in the morning
And I’m sitting at the table
Drinking shots of ancient whiskey
‘Cause I don’t feel all that stable
Oh, oh, oh

We’re in a fucking nightmare
There’s a hundred-thousand victims
If we can’t protect them safely
Then they die from their complexion

Oh, oh, first though
Start up the show
Get up and aim, ‘cause we’re ready to go
Oh, no, what can we say?
Where can we play with our guns today?
Oh, oh, like, two down tonight
Shoot up the streets, gonna die tonight, oh, oh

Violence in the city
And it feels like a coffin
Things seem normal when we’re talking
But we’re racing to the bottom

Oh, oh, first though
Light up the show
Pull on your reigns, ‘cause we’re ready to go
Oh, yeah, what can we say?
Where can we play with our guns today?
Oh, oh, like, two down tonight
Shoot up the streets, gonna die tonight
Oh, oh, go, how could you know?
How do we stay in the hell we made?
Oh, oh, no, get down and pray
I think I’ll get high like the DEA, oh-oh

Oh, yeah, what can we say?
Where can we play with our guns today?
Oh, oh, like, two down tonight
Shoot up the streets, gonna die tonight
Oh, oh, go, how could you know?
How do we stay in the hell we made?
Oh, oh, no, get down and pray
I think I’ll get high like the DEA, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh