I want the National Guard in schools.
I want teachers armed. I want secretaries armed. I want janitors armed.
I want guidance counselors armed. I want nurses armed. I want coaches armed.
I want concealed carry laws, so that everyone can have guns
and hide them on their person.
I want the right to carry automatic weapons.
Why stop there?
Its my God-given right.
Why not equip everyone with grenades, mounted rocket launchers, and start a mortar range?
I want to be assured that if I step out of line, my neighbor will put me out of time.
My founding fathers said a nuclear weapon was an arm
The long arm of the law
And I’m trying to find a cause
So I don’t blame guns
So I don’t blame myself
Because I can’t stop it
God made guns because God made me
And I made guns and prayed they would be used for good
Because God’s good.
So all the ones I made are good
At least that’s what I believe
Because if we resemble God
Then God resembles us
With our culture of violence
Video games and sex on TV
Then God made our culture violent, too
I watched CSI and dreamed I peppered my boss with an uzi
But I don’t have an uzi
I’ve got a shotgun,
A .22, a .357 and a .358,
My dad’s 44 magnum and my cousin’s AR-15
But my guns don’t kill people
They belong to me, and there ain’t nothing gonna change that
if someone barges in to my house,
walks onto my property,
Its my right to stand in this spot, take aim, and pull the trigger
Its the culture of violence, after all,
those video games, sex on TV.
Because my guns are good guns, made in the USA
Where we have enough firepower to keep our children safe.
