Gimme Grenades

(앨범: Perfectly Dysfunctional - 2009)

It's Hypocritical
The Outlook is cynical for the human race
Still we're making weapons
To lull ourselves into deaths embrace
The safety's always off
When the gun is loaded and in your face
Someone's in a bad mood
And you took their fucking parking space
Triggers fill your head
Bullets kill you dead
Still in every city on earth
The streets are painted red
With all our guns and knives
We'll take each others lives
Children are neglected because
Their parents are busy picking sides

Gimme grenades, AKs
I'd settle for an RPG
When there's noone left to save
And no one misbehaves
We'll continue
On this wicked trend of tragedy
Gimme grenades, AKs
I'd settle for RPG
Try to save but kill and maim
Engulfed by this tragic sense of irony

Bullet shells litter
The playgrounds in small town
The cities like a shooting range
People getting gunned down
But noone ever learns
So let the powder burn
Fire up another round
Let somebody hit the ground
Who needs a holster anyway
We're in these fucked up Days N Daze
Saw the fucking barrel off
Crack it back and let it pop

Gimme grenades, AKs
I'd settle for an RPG
When there's noone left to save
And no one misbehaves
We'll continue
On this wicked trend of tragedy
Gimme grenades, AKs
I'd settle for RPG
Try to save but kill and maim
Engulfed by this tragic sense of irony

But no one ever learns
So let the powder burn
Fire up another round
Let somebody hit the ground
Who needs a holster anyway
We're in these fucked up Days N Daze
Saw the fucking barrel off
Crack it back and let it pop
The outlook is cynical for the human race
Still we're making weapons
To lull ourselves into deaths embrace
The safety's always off
When the gun is loaded and in your face
Someone's in a bad mood
And you took their fucking parking space

Gimme grenades, AKs
I'd settle for an RPG
When there's noone left to save
And no one misbehaves
We'll continue
On this wicked trend of tragedy
Gimme grenades, AKs
I'd settle for RPG
Try to save but kill and maim
Engulfed by this tragic sense of irony

Gimme grenades, AKs
I'd settle for an RPG
When there's noone left to save
And no one misbehaves
We'll continue
On this wicked trend of tragedy
Gimme grenades, AKs
I'd settle for RPG
Try to save but kill and maim
Engulfed by this tragic sense of irony