He got an idea and then he used it Justification of the gunner with a direct hit Deployed to the paranoid They've got their fingers on their triggers and Official permits for you
Like an atom bomb they light the fury Like a truncheon to the judge And to the jury The allegiance of arrogance Choke on the selfishness of all gun-liberty
A rising sun, it sets in the west, Above the heads of rough justice 'Cause you can do what you want If protection's your aim Gunning For the N.R.A, we're D.O.A. Bullets Result in a painful death Watch the life drain from your last breath
Read the headlines, they Told the stories of a man with Nothing to lose Who no longer cared what any of us think Death sentence on you
Here ends a legacy with a twisted ending To the fiery pits of the deepest Hell he is descending Justified, nationalized Look what you've left now that you're buried and You’re dead
A rising sun, it sets in the west, Above the heads of rough justice 'Cause you can do what you want If protection's your aim Gunning For the N.R.A, we're D.O.A.
He got an idea and then he used it Justification of the gunner with a direct hit The act turned his heart black Like an atom bomb, continued fury Like a truncheon to the judge And to the jury Well, well, the act turned his heart black Go!!!
Bullets Result in a painful death Watch the life drain from your last breath
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