My friend john he's a flattop He's a cop on the eastern side He's a watchdog sent on a paper bag Chase where the children's Guns all hide in the school yard Cops are angry Kids are angry But no one is to blame
Is it loaded? Does it make you feel ok?
Would you do it? Is it loaded? All your strength in a bullet shell Would you do it?
His girl jane she's a good one In the night she'll always pray That a twelve year old boy Packing more than his lunch Ain't the statistical end to her husband's day Cops are angry Kids are angry But no one is to blame
Sunny stands on the corner and plans a surprise For his wedding day He got his meal on a brown bag deal And gets stopped by a cop on his way The gun barrel size really widens his eyes As he hopes for a chance to explain And now the flowers and people Cry up to the steeple and beg for someone Won't you please explain?
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