Tommy Gun - Justin Sane

Little boy solider Tommy Gun

He’d kill to play «peace keeper man»

It’s a little game he learned from dad

His daddy was a «peace keeper» in Iraq

Pretending he’s off solidering, in a distant far off land

He cocks his gun, he shoots you down

Murder again, and again, and again

Murder again, and again, and again

Murder again, and again, and again

Teaching the children to murder

Sunday morning, off to church

A red faced preacher sweating words

This fat old fuck goes on and on

Tommy learned a special lesson

«Thou shall love they neighbor

And thou shall never kill

Void in name in cash»

Murder again, and again, and again

Murder again, and again, and again

Murder again, and again, and again

Teaching the children to murder

You’re going to dream tonight little boy

And in that nightmare you’re going to wake up to think…

That’s when you’ll get it

They punish anyone, don’t you know

That shows any sign of understanding

More than their rhetoric

Just like his dad, and his dad’s dad before him

Tommy went off to fight in a war

And protect his people from an inhumane race

From an out of sight threat, in a far away place

And just before Tommy got shot down, he stopped to think

To ask himself, «Are their armies also made up of their poor?»

Murder again, and again, and again

Murder again, and again, and again

Murder again, and again, and again

Teaching the children to murder