9.11.17

SECOND AMENDMENT BLUES (Sung to the Melody of Sympathy for the Devil)


Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man with guns and ammo
but my only weapon is the word

I don't own a gun
but we can't trust
the government:
So I don't own a rifle
that much more

I've got the Second Amendment blues
don't feel no safe cause I pay attention
to the news

I've got no wealth, poor as hell,
but I taste great
and my fire is in my fingers,
my hate is just a waste

No man owns the sun,
but the moon? On the run.
Pleased to meet you, Son of Sam,
and you, angry young man,
holed out in your barnominium
because your friends and loved ones
can't even drop a line
so you play World of Warcraft
on your long drawn out overtime

I've got the Second Amendment blues
You don't feel safe cause you pay no attention
to my views

Fancy guitar part goes here
Here goes part fancy guitar
Part here goes guitar fancy
I'm just saying no to you, Nancy

I am the dead man in your church
and I am bleeding on your daughter
There ain't no rhyme or reason, Sam,
because a well-trained weapon of war
is what they paid me to be and I am
So when I came home, far from the slaughter
the whole unified field theory thang
just made too much sense to me
So I became the chicken come home
to roost to show you what you made of me

I've got the Second Amendment blues
And your silencer is my guard duty
I've got a stolen secret in my shoes, bomber
I've hired my own lawyer to be your judge, Judy 
Tell my dad he should have listened more,
and tell my X she was the best

I've got the Second Amendment blues
You can't be safe cause you locked me
behind the door and I just took the cue

Oooo we ooo. Ooo e woo. Woo woo woo.
Woo woo woo. Ooo e woo. Oooo we ooo.
Ooo e woo. Woo woo woo. Ooo e woo.