We Have All Been on This Ride Before

We have all been on this ride before;
Seventeen new toe tags in the County Morgue;
I get escorted out of the room when I recite the score,
They say, “Don’t get your snowflake ass hit by the slamming door.”

How many more candles must our nation light,
Before taking on this murder-enabling amendment fight?
Loving guns more than children is not a God-given right,
But as long as donated campaign checks are cashed, lawmakers sit tight.

Now the children themselves are raising their voices;
They don’t have the answers but they want to discuss our choices;
Until something is done, half-mast the flags stay hoisted;
It’s hard to tell whose eyes have become the moistest.

You’re afraid we’re coming to take your guns,
But you don’t seem to care they’ve taken our daughters and sons;
How many more funerals must we attend before enough damage is done?
I’m willing to argue all my life to stop the next one.

We have all been on this ride before;
I want to stop and get off; I don’t want to ride no more;
Our country is acting like an NRA whore,
It’s not against school children we should be waging a war.

Thoughts and prayers can only go so far;
It’s not hard to tell who the real losers are;
They’re the ones in the morgues with their toes wearing tags;
It should be the guns themselves in the body bags.


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