God and Guns
Lars Frederiksen
Well mothers tell your daughters
And fathers tell your sons
Well the whole world is a ending
And the sun won't rise no more
There's no hope now, only danger
And peace can't find a home
And now death won't be a stranger
When its kicking down your door
Corporations seen as people
Bought by million dollars bills
While the fat cats getting fatter
By creating terrorists
You anesthetize your feelings with obesity and pills
If you find out it ain't working
Well you still got god and guns
It goes on and on
Its fucked up but I'm right
It won't be alright
Won't be alright x3
No no no
It goes on and on
Its fucked up but I'm right
It won't be alright
Won't be alright x4
It won't be alright x3
No no no x8
It goes on and on
Its fucked up but I'm right
