Scared Of Guns Songtext

Scared Of GunsWell, the power of the bullet is fascinatingThey're polishing the luga facsimilesThe little kids grow up imitatingCowboys shoot indians before pubertyDon't get me to the battle on timeI'd be useless in the front lineDon't point that thing at meYou know I'm scared of gunsYou can argue, say it's harmlessIn the nightmare fairground galleryWe're all under pain of deathTo keel right over gracefullyI ached to be a uniform manAnd toss that baton in a marching bandDon't pointt hat thing at meYou know I'm scared of gunsI'm scared of guns, they're out of your handsI'm scared of guns, they might go bangI'm scared of guns, Hey Joe, they're out of controlI'm scared of guns, fear eat the soulDon't shoot meI wanna put flowers in the barrelsLike the famous photo, understandThat I'd rather get hit on the headThat hold cold metal in my handThe new arrival, the latest additionThe little boys running out of ammunitionDon't point that thing at meYou know I'm scared of guns