for all of the bile
the bold talk
the venom
the hate and the lies
no one should be killed
no blood should be spilled
Charlie shouldn’t have died
well you can’t hate the gun and love the gun that shot yer rival
you can’t be kind and wish pain upon a child
everybody’s gotta say
what they’re needing to say
as soon as they’re needing to say it
the freedom to speak
to be a freak
and the freedom to say you hate it
and have a big ole conversation
I heard laughing
I heard glee
but it coulda been you
it coulda been me
out in the bloodshed everyone loses
there’s unforgettable scars
out in the bloodshed permanent bruises
shapes up who you are
children left to wander america aimless
with a firebrand of resent
wondering who it is took my daddy
with a destiny of revenge
out in the bloodshed the cycle begins
and everyone dies
spin the wheel, if you don’t get killed
you wind up dead inside
I heard laughing
I heard glee
but it coulda been you
it coulda been me
