I read a brand new paper
The man who had a thousand guns
Lived in the Southern States
Well away from everyone ,
felt it wasn't safe
Even in the Southern States

I read a brand new paper
Walking down my own street
The man with a thousand guns
Has taken to his feet
He felt it wasn't safe, even in the Southern States

He thought that he might die,
What was he frightened by
Anyone with a gun?

Well, every stranger's danger
Everybody has one
But alone and hungry
He couldn't eat his guns

I watched my television
Sitting on the floor
The window man was watching
Me and a million more
Hear, revere the news
Someone's getting their dues...

He thought that we might die
He wasn't frightened, why?
Everyone has a bomb

It's a passing danger
Or so he said
Everybody has one
Courtesy of Judge Dread...