Guns and bullets and praises from god,
All I know is that the kid wont stop aiming at me.
He smiles and says it wont hurt,
Pain is a party and we all attend.
Ping-pong balls shot at my head puncture my iris and send photography bleeding all over my new white shirt.
Mom is going to be mad
A pick pocket steals nothing that
I care about.
A sleeve thief would steal everything
I believe in.
Jack be nimble,
Jack can run.
He is the kid with the loaded gun.
We all just pretend its a candle stick with a wick that burnt out a long time ago.