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All of the daddies were weathered All of the mommas were torn Still the whole village came in their finest to see What could possibly be born Out of a house divided, in a world so brutal and maimed But then we saw the kids and found ourselves saying We’re gonna make it up to you Every day of our life We’re gonna make it up We’re gonna get this right Some people held their daddy’s guns Me, I hung mine on the wall For every war, we could have won Without shooting them at all Is this the best we could muster? Custer or just prayers for the slain I wanna get this right and not the same old thing I wanna make this up to you Every day of my life I wanna make this up I wanna get this right Born of privilege, born of none SongtexteHunger, disease, it’s all a gun Clean your plate kid, I want you to understand The isolation we breed, the hunger in Yemen It’s your first lock down, you’re so young But so are the kids under the barrel bombs It’s the evil we helped let loose, it’s what we’ve become It’s all a gun, it’s all a gun I don’t know where we come from, what I know is that we ain’t done We got the river running, we got the animal cunning The back of a turtle, the Garden of Eden, the cosmic dust Why do we keep on gunning? I got no use for these ramparts, ivory towers or the lines in the sand I think enough of the time, we want the same thing We gonna make it up to you Every day of our lives We wanna make it up We wanna get this right Aus Songtexte Mania