On Guns

I don’t like to even touch a gun
The touch makes me feel
Too much like a man
I don’t like to even touch a gun
The touch makes me feel
Too much like a man

Long ago
Man used sticks and stones
To defend his territory
And his home
But there was a deeper thought in his bones
“If only I had a gun”

Then in China
They made gunpowder
It worked like a catapult only louder
“Great” said Man
“Now I’ve got some power
At last I can invent a gun”

I don’t like to even touch a gun
The touch makes me feel
Too much like a man
I don’t like to even touch a gun
The touch makes me feel
Too much like a man

So now we have Armies… with lots of guns
You can shoot and kill the enemy one by one
Pin a medal on your chest for a job well done
Then will them to your sons

And look! We have snipers in our streets
They can kill you buying groceries at 500 feet
And your killers you will never personally meet
Because they’ve got such great guns

Save me from this madness
Save me from my rage
Save me from my sadness knowing
There are things I cannot change

If I was the President of the World
(This isn’t very likely because I’m a girl)
Into blast furnaces I would hurl
Every last god - damned fucking gun

I don’t like to even touch a gun
The touch makes me feel
Too much like a man
I don’t like to even touch a gun
The touch makes me feel
Too much like a man