They Got The Guns From Somewhere.

This is my response to deaths on our streets and in our schools. I know that people have different opinions, I'm only offering mine.

I'll get to the music. It's the first time I'll have had a middle eight!

They Got the Guns from Somewhere.

They got the guns from somewhere,
Don't you wonder how that was,
Bought, perhaps, at a local shop
Or dragged out from under the bed.
They knew that they weren't going to stop
And the innocents now lie dead.

Not another, not again
That's all the papers said
Paper tears and frantic fears,
But is it so hard to understand?

How many fall dead in the crack of cordite,
For the greed of wealthy men?
If we lined them up on your pavement
Would you hand in your pistol then?

And that sweet pinky thing that you keep on a ring
In your handbag, just killed you outright
And it's true you can blame the man with no name
But without it you'd still breathe tonight.

Give them up,
Hand them in.
None of us need them,
It's all so much spin.
Give them up,
Hand them in.
None of us need them,
It's all so much spin.

And you gotta  be careful where you drop your spare change
For the guy with a cause and his hand out
Could be peddalling death for someone else's kids.
So be sure you hear what he's talkin about.

So you'd be better leavin' the gun in the shop
Spend the money on  having some fun,
Treat your lover to  flowers, treat your kids to toy cars,
Spend your spare cash on anything but guns.