The man and his gun
kills by law or by hate
takes breath from the world
in his wake.
The man and his gun,
with a severed soul
he sees the other
not as one
Just one finger drawn
but who will fall down?
everyone, everyone around
everyone, everyone around.
Can we return
to when it all began?
and stead learn how to cry
and how to drum, and how to paint, and how to sing and how to dance
and how to hold eachother in our arms.
The man who bows down
to violence and hate
makes others fall down from his pain
One person's anger
becomes another's ill-fate
One shot calls more men forth, more men forth
and they stop the world
with one click
and we're gone.
But there are other ways to sound loud, to sound loud
why can't we scream out our pain
and we'll hold it
and we'll hold it
and sing it away
There are other ways to sound loud, to sound loud
why can't we scream out our pain
and we'll hold it
and we'll hold it
and sing it away
The man and his gun...
The man and his eyes full of pain
look at me, put it down, put it down, put it down
look at me, put it down, put it down, put it down
look at me, put it down, put it down, put it down
look at me, put it down, put it down, put it down
