What If, No Matter?

What if no matter how angry he was
How outraged he was, how furious he was
What if no matter how angry he was
He couldn't lay hands on a gun?
He couldn't lay hands on a gun?

What if no matter how right he was
How wrong they were, how evil they were
What if no matter how right he was
He couldn't lay hands on a gun?
He couldn't lay hands on a gun?

No rifle, no shotgun, no pistol in sight
No revolvers, automatics, no assault guns tonight
No clips crammed with bullets anywhere to be found
No weapons just laying around

What if no matter how outraged he was
How furious he was, how murderous he was
What if no matter how outraged he was
He couldn't lay hands on a gun?
He couldn't lay hands on a gun?

If he dug through his Chevy, the back seat, the trunk
The attic, the basement, piles of old junk
Came up empty-handed again and again
Tell me, what would he do then?

What if no matter how angry he was
How outraged he was, how furious he was
What if no matter how angry he was
He couldn't lay hands on a gun?
He couldn't lay hands on a gun?